Luyện nghe bài hát Anotha Killin

[Snoop
lay, one of my homies down, 2 of my enemies.
I grab the heat, creep up your and squeeze.
I'm in neighborhood, so what the fuck is up?
And if I catch you pop you nigga, that's whats up.
We can talk about it now, i don't so,
And imma catch you when you creepin with pink toe,
You creep up out that meat store,
Get you a so when i hit you, you won't even trip to think so.
Cross your heart, dot your eyes,
Yellow tape you, you a homicide.
Stretch you out a red vine,
Halloween is your deadline, by time.
I, zag the zig, i put a in the pig,
I the glock and pop you, my nigga ya dig?
I open ya up, and you leakin by the face,
And get away, aint got no to be catching no case.
To to sly, plus I'm too high.
I'm too fly, and I do die, i do die.
I love to shoot an intruder, I mix the with the buddha.
chicken and beer, like the home boy Luda.
I'm big snoopie, d to dub, imma cuz.
I'm drinked up a stilla, a gorilla duh.
no, pedal to tha floor,
Anotha killin for wheelin my let it go.

We on the corner of 102 (to bad, they up).
And the (word on the street) they got the fuck up.
Now it, futtin and shootin, i'm runnin life.
I'm in the fuck stripes, nigga fuck em tonight.
Bandana, clips, ready to trip.
You niggas is sad saps, so ya not trip.
I see some ass niggas at the bus stop,
Had a bag, we the gang bang them niggas from the dog pound.
Choppin, whoppin, we the mad shit,
Every time we see niggas we clashin,
D-P-G to 24th street, Sittin they nigga down wit them 21st g's
(motha fucka) Lynch, my mutha fuckin nigga

to me like,
One for the flame, two for the trigga.
And of these hollow points tap fines nigga.
When I came in this motha I had a plan,
To stop all y'all motha fuckas where stand.
I'm gang banged out, on a mission.
We could catch fades nigga, tha pistols.
Piranhas is in the septic tank,
We do you can't, I am what you ain't.
Don't even try to me cuz.
Loccin, smokin, slipping, me cuz.
I'll your ass on a locc so fast.
Bang on your homies, spread through hood.
Release these toxins like gas.
the Chevrolet, its all to the good,
My nigga Brotha Lynch, Kurupt, and Daz.
[Brotha Lynch
Shit, nigga this G crossed me.
any nigga with a rusty old crusty.
Sacramento yes, em in the chest,
by his tour bus, left a bloody mess.
It was of cudi left, coat hanger strangled him.
at him, he don't know what angle I'm comin from.
Hangled him, spider webs all his cranium,
(that nigga has spider all over his cranium, nigga).
Me and crooked I know, niggas be to much.
Nigga shut pie hole, everybody know you do suck.
This ain't a reality show, hungry do touch.
Motha fuckas to clutch, a niggas two cuts.
Got an of niggas I'm strange, it ain't a rumor.
We niggas brain tumors, hit em with the lugar.
I'm doin the rappin, and nigga is the shooter.
Yea he got a mask on, but hes a shooter.
You will never see his on the computer, spider-man junior.
(Oklahoma shooter)
Poke a hole two cuts,
This motha fucka said he to do what?
Get chewed up, its dinner and a movie, for nigga.