Luyện nghe bài hát Anotha Killin

[Snoop
They lay, one of my down, 2 of my enemies.
I grab the heat, creep up 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 catch you when you with 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 you, make 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 leave you by the face,
And get away, aint got no time to be no case.
To to sly, plus 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, like the boy Luda.
I'm big snoopie, d to dub, killa cuz.
I'm drinked up like a stilla, a duh.
no, pedal to tha floor,
Anotha killin for my nigga let it go.

We on the corner of 102 (to bad, fucked up).
And the (word on the street) they got the fuck up.
Now it, and shootin, i'm runnin your life.
I'm in the stripes, nigga don't fuck em tonight.
Bandana, clips, ready to trip.
You is sad saps, so ya better not trip.
I see busta ass niggas at the bus stop,
Had a bag, we banged the gang them niggas 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, 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 three of these points tap fines nigga.
When I in this motha fucka I had a plan,
To all y'all motha fuckas where y'all stand.
I'm banged out, riders on a mission.
We catch fades nigga, fuck tha pistols.
Piranhas is in the septic tank,
We do you can't, I am what you ain't.
even try to provoke me cuz.
Loccin, smokin, slipping, me cuz.
beat your ass on a locc so fast.
Bang on homies, spread through your hood.
Release these toxins mustard gas.
the Chevrolet, its all to the good,
My nigga Lynch, Kurupt, Snoop and Daz.
Lynch Hung]
Shit, nigga G block crossed me.
any nigga with a rusty old crusty.
Sacramento yes, em in the chest,
by his tour bus, left a bloody mess.
It was none of cudi left, coat strangled him.
at him, he don't know what angle I'm comin from.
Hangled him, spider webs all his cranium,
(that nigga has spider all over his cranium, nigga).
Me and crooked I know, be talking to much.
Nigga shut your pie hole, know you do suck.
This a reality show, hungry niggas do touch.
Motha fuckas to clutch, give a two cuts.
Got an army of niggas I'm strange, it a rumor.
We niggas brain 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 hole two cuts,
This fucka said he about to do what?
Get up, its dinner and a movie, duece for nigga.