Luyện nghe bài hát C.p.ks [mike Eclark Mix]

Crooked killa
Crooked preacher
Crooked killa
Crooked killa
Crooked killa
Crooked killa
Crooked killa
Crooked killa

I walked the church dressed up, as an alter boy
I see the he said, lil boy Imma teach ya
Put his hand on my shoulder, felt the of the beast
I never thought itd be so easy murdering a priest
We went the confession booth, he took off his clothes
And cut yay right on his bible top and ooted his nose
I jammed a butcher's knife, 12 into his gut
He looked me right my eyes while I yankin it up
Preacher

Crooked killas (stop it)
preacher killas (I gotta bloody em up)
Crooked killas (stop it)
Crooked preacher

I into the sermon strapped with an iron crowbar
Ill a nun into a bloody stew, in the trunk of my car
How the fuck she got fake titties and pussy ring?!
She sucked the preachers in the pulpit
I the goins on
Ive witnessed it with my mop
And blood gushin when hatchet go chop
I ain't no fuckin roller
Im controla
Face painted fuckin killas gone off they yola

Crooked killas (cola)
preacher killas (I gotta bloody em up)
Crooked killas (stop it)
Crooked preacher

We for the preacher fuck!
I missed and hit the
But it doesnt matter though say hes goin to heaven

And then I for the preacher I blew his ear off
We in the bustin gone off PCP and Smirnoff

Shot again I missed and hit somebody in the
They fell back into the candle and caught the place on fire

I shot I finally caught the preacher in his dome
And then we put our barrels to heads and took it home

Crooked killas (stop it)
Crooked preacher (I gotta bloody em up)
preacher killas (stop it)
Crooked preacher killas (Leave the fuckin alone!)
Crooked killas (stop it!)
Crooked preacher (I gotta bloody em up)
preacher killas (stop it)
Crooked preacher (i gotta bloody em up)