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 pop you nigga, that's whats up.
We can about it now, i don't think so,
And imma catch you when you creepin with that toe,
You tryna up out that meat store,
Get you a so when i hit you, you won't even trip to think so.
Cross 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 the glock and pop you, my nigga ya dig?
I open ya up, and you leakin by the face,
And get away, got no time 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 shoot an intruder, I mix the purp the buddha.
Love chicken and beer, 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,
Anotha killin for my nigga let it go.

We on the corner of 102 (to bad, they up).
And the (word on the street) got blast the fuck up.
Now it, futtin and shootin, i'm runnin life.
I'm in the fuck stripes, nigga fuck em tonight.
Bandana, clips, ready to trip.
You is sad saps, so ya better not trip.
I see some 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 time we see niggas 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 three of these points tap fines nigga.
When I came in this fucka I had a plan,
To stop all motha fuckas where y'all stand.
I'm gang banged out, on a mission.
We could fades nigga, fuck tha pistols.
Piranhas is loose in the tank,
We do what you can't, I am 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 your homies, spread through hood.
Release these toxins mustard gas.
the Chevrolet, its all to the good,
My nigga Brotha Lynch, Kurupt, and Daz.
Lynch Hung]
Shit, this G block crossed me.
Double any nigga a rusty old crusty.
yes, catch em in the chest,
Right by his tour bus, a bloody mess.
It was none of left, coat 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, be talking to much.
Nigga your pie hole, everybody know you do suck.
This a reality show, hungry niggas do touch.
Motha fuckas to clutch, a niggas two cuts.
Got an army of niggas I'm strange, it 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 fucka said he about to do what?
Get chewed up, its dinner and a movie, for nigga.