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 neighborhood, so what the fuck is up?
And if I catch you imma pop you nigga, whats up.
We can talk about it now, i don't so,
And imma catch you when you creepin with pink toe,
You creep up out that meat store,
Get you a drink so when i hit you, you won't even trip to so.
your 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 ya up, and leave 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 to shoot an intruder, I mix the purp with the buddha.
Love chicken and beer, the home boy Luda.
I'm big snoopie, d to dub, killa 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 corner of 102 (to bad, fucked up).
And the (word on the street) they got blast the up.
Now it, and shootin, i'm runnin 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 the gang bang 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 street, Sittin they 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 motha fucka I had a plan,
To stop all y'all motha fuckas where stand.
I'm gang banged out, on a mission.
We catch fades nigga, fuck tha pistols.
Piranhas is loose in the tank,
We do what you can't, I am you ain't.
Don't even try to me cuz.
Loccin, smokin, slipping, me cuz.
beat your ass on a locc so fast.
Bang on your homies, through your hood.
these toxins like mustard gas.
the Chevrolet, its all to the good,
My nigga Brotha Lynch, Kurupt, and Daz.
[Brotha Hung]
Shit, nigga G block crossed me.
Double any with a rusty old crusty.
yes, catch 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 webs all 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 ain't a 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 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)
Poke a with two cuts,
This motha fucka said he about to do
Get chewed up, its and a movie, duece for nigga.