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 y'all neighborhood, so what the 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 catch you when you creepin with that 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,
Halloween is your deadline, 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 an intruder, I mix the purp 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 for wheelin my nigga let it go.

We on the of 102 (to bad, they fucked up).
And the (word on the street) they got the fuck up.
Now it, futtin and shootin, i'm your life.
I'm in the fuck stripes, nigga don't em tonight.
Bandana, clips, ready to trip.
You is sad saps, so ya better not trip.
I see some busta ass at the bus stop,
Had a bag, we banged the gang bang them from the dog pound.
Choppin, whoppin, we the mad shit,
Every we see y'all niggas we clashin,
D-P-G down to 24th street, Sittin nigga 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 of these hollow points tap fines nigga.
When I came in this fucka I had a plan,
To all y'all motha fuckas where y'all stand.
I'm gang banged out, on a mission.
We could catch fades nigga, tha pistols.
is loose in the septic 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 your ass on a so fast.
Bang on homies, spread through your hood.
Release these toxins mustard gas.
the Chevrolet, its all to the good,
My nigga Brotha Lynch, Kurupt, and Daz.
Lynch Hung]
Shit, nigga this G block me.
Double any nigga with a old crusty.
Sacramento yes, em in the chest,
Right by his tour bus, a bloody mess.
It was none of cudi left, coat strangled him.
Aimed at him, he don't what angle I'm comin from.
Hangled him, spider webs all his cranium,
(that nigga has webs all over his cranium, nigga).
Me and crooked I know, 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, give a 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 on, but nigga hes a shooter.
You will see his face on the computer, spider-man junior.
(Oklahoma shooter)
a hole with two cuts,
This motha fucka said he to do what?
Get chewed up, its dinner and a movie, for nigga.