Luyện nghe bài hát Anotha Killin

[Snoop
They lay, one of my down, 2 of my enemies.
I grab the heat, up your street and squeeze.
I'm in y'all neighborhood, so the fuck is up?
And if I catch you imma pop you nigga, that's up.
We can talk about it now, i think so,
And imma catch you when you creepin with pink toe,
You tryna creep up out that store,
Get you a so when i hit you, you won't even trip to think so.
Cross your heart, double dot 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 nigga ya
I ya up, and leave you leakin by the face,
And get away, aint got no 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, the home boy Luda.
I'm big snoopie, d to dub, imma cuz.
I'm up like a stilla, a gorilla duh.
Sacramento no, to tha floor,
Anotha killin for 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 stripes, nigga don't fuck em tonight.
Bandana, banana clips, to trip.
You niggas is sad saps, so ya not trip.
I see some ass niggas at the bus stop,
Had a bag, we banged the gang bang 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, Sittin they nigga wit them 21st g's
(motha fucka) Brotha Lynch, my mutha fuckin

to me like,
One for the flame, two for the trigga.
And three of these hollow tap fines nigga.
When I in this motha fucka I had a plan,
To stop all y'all motha fuckas where stand.
I'm gang banged out, on a mission.
We could catch fades nigga, tha pistols.
Piranhas is in the septic tank,
We do what you can't, I am you ain't.
even try to provoke me cuz.
Loccin, smokin, slipping, me cuz.
I'll your ass on a locc so fast.
Bang on your homies, spread through hood.
Release these toxins like gas.
the Chevrolet, its all to the good,
My Brotha Lynch, Kurupt, Snoop and Daz.
[Brotha Hung]
Shit, nigga this G crossed me.
Double any nigga with a old crusty.
yes, catch em in the chest,
Right by his tour bus, a bloody mess.
It was none of cudi left, hanger strangled him.
Aimed at him, he don't know angle I'm comin from.
Hangled him, webs all over his cranium,
(that nigga has spider all over his cranium, nigga).
Me and crooked I know, niggas be to much.
Nigga shut your pie hole, everybody 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 brain 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)
a hole with two cuts,
This motha fucka he about to do what?
Get chewed up, its dinner and a movie, for nigga.