Luyện nghe bài hát Anotha Killin

[Snoop
lay, one of my homies down, 2 of my enemies.
I the heat, creep up your street and squeeze.
I'm in neighborhood, so what the fuck is up?
And if I catch you imma pop you nigga, that's up.
We can about it now, i don't think so,
And imma catch you when you creepin with pink toe,
You tryna creep up out meat store,
Get you a drink so when i hit you, you won't trip to think so.
Cross heart, double dot your eyes,
Yellow tape you, 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 clocked the glock and pop you, my ya dig?
I open ya up, and you leakin by the face,
And get away, got no time to be catching no case.
To slick to sly, I'm too high.
I'm too fly, and I do die, i do die.
I love to an intruder, I mix the purp with the buddha.
Love chicken and beer, like the boy Luda.
I'm big snoopie, d to dub, imma cuz.
I'm up like 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, fucked 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, don't fuck em tonight.
Bandana, banana clips, to trip.
You niggas is sad saps, so ya not trip.
I see busta ass niggas at the bus stop,
Had a bag, we banged the gang them niggas from the dog pound.
Choppin, whoppin, we the mad shit,
Every time we see y'all we clashin,
D-P-G down to 24th street, 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 three of hollow points tap fines nigga.
When I came in this motha I had a plan,
To stop all y'all 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 try to provoke me cuz.
Loccin, smokin, slipping, me cuz.
beat your ass on a locc so fast.
Bang on your homies, spread through hood.
Release these like mustard gas.
the Chevrolet, its all to the good,
My nigga Lynch, Kurupt, Snoop and Daz.
Lynch Hung]
Shit, nigga G block crossed me.
Double any with a rusty old crusty.
yes, catch em in the chest,
Right by his bus, left a bloody mess.
It was of cudi left, coat hanger strangled him.
Aimed at him, he don't know angle I'm comin from.
Hangled him, webs all over his cranium,
(that has spider webs 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, niggas do touch.
Motha to clutch, give a niggas two cuts.
Got an of niggas I'm strange, it ain't a rumor.
We givin niggas tumors, hit em with the lugar.
I'm doin the rappin, and this is the shooter.
Yea he got a on, but nigga hes a shooter.
You never see his face on the computer, spider-man junior.
(Oklahoma shooter)
Poke a hole two cuts,
This motha fucka he about to do what?
Get chewed up, its dinner and a movie, for nigga.