Luyện nghe bài hát Anotha Killin

[Snoop
lay, one of my homies down, 2 of my enemies.
I grab the heat, creep up street 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 think so,
And catch you when you creepin with that pink toe,
You tryna creep up out that store,
Get you a drink so when i hit you, you even trip to think so.
Cross your heart, double dot eyes,
tape you, make you a homicide.
Stretch you out a red vine,
is your deadline, beddy by time.
I, zag the zig, i put a in the pig,
I the glock and pop you, my nigga ya dig?
I ya up, and leave you leakin by the face,
And get away, aint got no time to be 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.
Sacramento no, to tha floor,
killin for wheelin my nigga let it go.

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

to me like,
One for the flame, two for the trigga.
And three of these points tap fines nigga.
When I in this motha fucka I had a plan,
To all y'all motha fuckas where y'all stand.
I'm banged out, riders on a mission.
We could fades nigga, fuck tha pistols.
Piranhas is in the septic tank,
We do what you can't, I am you ain't.
Don't even try to me cuz.
Loccin, smokin, slipping, me cuz.
I'll beat ass on a locc so fast.
Bang on your homies, spread your hood.
these toxins like mustard gas.
the Chevrolet, its all to the good,
My Brotha Lynch, Kurupt, Snoop and Daz.
[Brotha Hung]
Shit, nigga this G block me.
Double any with a rusty old crusty.
Sacramento yes, em in the chest,
Right by his bus, left a bloody mess.
It was none of cudi left, coat strangled him.
Aimed at him, he don't know what angle I'm from.
Hangled him, webs all over his cranium,
(that nigga has webs all over his cranium, nigga).
Me and I know, niggas be talking to much.
Nigga shut your pie hole, everybody you do suck.
This a reality show, hungry niggas do touch.
Motha fuckas to clutch, a niggas two cuts.
Got an army of I'm strange, it ain't a rumor.
We givin niggas brain tumors, hit em 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 face on the computer, junior.
(Oklahoma shooter)
a hole with two cuts,
This motha fucka said he to do what?
Get chewed up, its and a movie, duece for nigga.