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 talk about it now, i don't so,
And imma 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 won't even to think so.
Cross your heart, dot your 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 open ya up, and you leakin by the face,
And get away, aint got no time to be no case.
To slick to sly, I'm too high.
I'm too fly, and I do die, i do die.
I love to shoot an intruder, I mix the purp the buddha.
chicken and beer, like the home boy Luda.
I'm big snoopie, d to dub, killa cuz.
I'm drinked up like a stilla, a duh.
Sacramento no, to tha floor,
killin for wheelin 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 your life.
I'm in the fuck stripes, nigga fuck em tonight.
Bandana, banana clips, to trip.
You niggas is sad saps, so ya not trip.
I see some busta ass at the bus stop,
Had a bag, we banged the bang them niggas from the dog pound.
Choppin, whoppin, we the mad shit,
Every time we see niggas we clashin,
D-P-G down to 24th street, Sittin they down wit them 21st g's
(motha fucka) Brotha Lynch, my mutha 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 all y'all motha fuckas where y'all stand.
I'm banged out, riders on a mission.
We could catch fades nigga, tha pistols.
Piranhas is loose in the tank,
We do you can't, I am what you ain't.
Don't try to provoke me cuz.
Loccin, smokin, slipping, me cuz.
I'll beat ass on a locc so fast.
Bang on your homies, through your hood.
Release these like mustard gas.
the Chevrolet, its all to the good,
My Brotha Lynch, Kurupt, Snoop and Daz.
[Brotha Lynch
Shit, this G block crossed me.
Double any nigga with a 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 angle I'm comin from.
Hangled him, spider all over his cranium,
(that nigga has spider webs all his cranium, nigga).
Me and crooked I know, niggas be to much.
shut your pie hole, everybody know you do suck.
This a reality show, hungry niggas do touch.
fuckas to clutch, give 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 on, but nigga hes a shooter.
You will never see his face on the computer, junior.
(Oklahoma shooter)
Poke a hole two cuts,
This motha fucka said he to do what?
Get up, its dinner and a movie, duece for nigga.