Luyện nghe bài hát 44 Cal. Killa

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Zino, 44 Caliber
Face, young
44 Killa

I the heat close by, come through
On any block start dumping
Don't stop, frontin' 44 reasons
To hit you with a gurvin' while your sleepin'
(Nice man)

Why man's bleedin'
(Have his ass leakin')
face the reaper
Prepare for the

The only thing certain now
You leavin' in a
No negotiating time's up up
I'm gon split ya, 44'll hit ya I'm the 44 Caliber

day you run inside
Niggas hide from the 44 Caliber Killa
He'll tie you up quick, get throat slit
He's the 44 Caliber Killa, he through

hood kickin' down your door
He's the 44 Caliber
Killin' from the lane, came infrared
You've been by the 44 Caliber Killa

I the 44 cocked for fools
The Son of Sam the killa
(Lock doors)
I got a bottle nigga cock and

I do for respect honey and not for loot
I got you stuck in the game and you win it
'Cause I'm a made man known to men
Scarface back at ya the hard shit and bullshittin'

Me get you in so back
The fuck up with that tough talk
I know y'all nigga and don't want me
I'm a gangsta in his form, let it be heard

I got niggas from the wild, to the 73rd
All I gotta do is 'em the word
And your ass is in a wagon
With forehead saggin'

I'm y'all these streets is cold
Eat your ass up piece by
Shit you out whole the return of the invincible
It's the 44 Caliber

Every day you run
Niggas better hide from the 44 Caliber
tie you up quick, get your throat slit
He's the 44 Caliber Killa, he through

Your hood kickin' down door
He's the 44 Killa
Killin' pain from the lane, infrared
You've shot by the 44 Caliber Killa