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Black Gloves (Album Version (Explicit))

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Young Buck

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Lời bài hát: Black Gloves (Album Version (Explicit))

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Walk through a nigga block, 2 glocks, 2 tecks, 2 2 3's
Give a nigga what he really want, when bitch niggas don't want beef
Bitch niggas don't know me, wait till a nigga get in range
Hate when a nigga wanna run his mouth, and live his life in pain We ain't even used to this, talk and where the gun shots at?
Loose lips sank ships, ya'll niggas didn't even pop back
Oh Lord, I swore, if any mutha***a holla my name
I'm raw, spelled backwards, that's what I'm gon' bring Banks, what a nigga think?, we ain't got guns
No troops, everything bulletproof, sniper's layin' down on the roof
Stash box in the Coupe nigga, I'm tellin' you the truth nigga
Raise them 'lil bitty boys, all they do is come shoot niggas Black gloves, black mask, black shirt, black pants
Blue steel, blue vest, he dead, you next Put a couple holes in a hoe, let a nigga know he 'bout to go
Put the pump right to his throat, bet he won't talk no more Black gloves, black mask, black shirt, black pants
Blue steel, blue vest, he dead, you next
Black gloves, black mask, black shirt, black pants
Blue steel, blue vest, he dead, you next I'm comin', through the front door, mask on, let's ride
Everybody on the mutha***in' floor, soon as a nigga get inside
My hood, my click, your wife, my bitch
Show a nigga that you really love him, set him up to hit a good lick Cops comin', I'm not runnin, if I do die, don't cry
I haven't planned on stayin' long anyway, I ain't gon' lie
Wonder why I still got bricks, wonder why I still got clips
'Coz ain't a damn thing changed, ever since Young Buck done got rich Are ya ready for the outcome? Why you walkin 'round without a gun?
*** real, till a nigga get killed, then you wanna run and get one
*** that! I'm callin' out names, Ja Rule, y'all lose
I don't even care how it started, *** me? *** you Wait till Yayo get home, we gon' really get these niggas gone
But for now nigga, hold on, I'm'a show you how to break a bone
Cashville, Tennekee nigga, we thug you knew it
New York, we here, for life, G-Unit Black gloves, black mask, black shirt, black pants
Blue steel, blue vest, he dead, you next
Black gloves, black mask, black shirt, black pants
Blue steel, blue vest, he dead, you next Yeah, Young Buck nigga, Cashville, Tennessee nigga
From your hood to my hood mutha***a
New York city nigga, real *** nigga
It's all good nigga, it's all hood nigga

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