Luyện nghe bài hát Anotha Killin

[Snoop
lay, one of my homies down, 2 of my enemies.
I grab the heat, up your street and squeeze.
I'm in y'all neighborhood, so what the is up?
And if I catch you imma pop you nigga, that's up.
We can talk about it now, i don't so,
And imma catch you when you creepin that pink toe,
You tryna creep up out meat store,
Get you a drink so when i hit you, you won't even to think so.
your heart, double dot your eyes,
Yellow tape you, you a homicide.
you out like a red vine,
Halloween is 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, 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.
Love chicken and beer, like the 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,
Anotha killin for my nigga let it go.

We on the corner of 102 (to bad, they up).
And the (word on the street) they got blast the up.
Now it, futtin and shootin, i'm runnin life.
I'm in the stripes, nigga 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 bang them niggas from the dog pound.
Choppin, whoppin, we the mad shit,
time we see y'all niggas we clashin,
D-P-G down to street, Sittin they nigga down wit them 21st g's
(motha fucka) Brotha Lynch, my mutha fuckin

to me like,
One for the flame, two for the trigga.
And of these hollow points tap fines nigga.
When I came in motha fucka I had a plan,
To stop all motha fuckas where y'all stand.
I'm gang out, riders on a mission.
We could catch nigga, fuck tha pistols.
is loose 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 beat ass on a locc so fast.
Bang on homies, spread through your hood.
Release these like mustard gas.
the Chevrolet, its all to the good,
My Brotha Lynch, Kurupt, Snoop and Daz.
Lynch Hung]
Shit, nigga this G crossed me.
Double any nigga a rusty old crusty.
Sacramento yes, em in the chest,
Right by his tour bus, left a mess.
It was none of cudi left, hanger strangled him.
Aimed at him, he don't know what I'm comin from.
Hangled him, webs all over his cranium,
(that nigga has spider webs all his cranium, nigga).
Me and I know, niggas be talking to much.
shut your 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 army of 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 mask on, but hes a shooter.
You will see his face on the computer, spider-man junior.
(Oklahoma shooter)
Poke a with two cuts,
This motha said he about to do what?
Get up, its dinner and a movie, duece for nigga.