Luyện nghe bài hát Death To My Enemies

Dre, niggas think bullshittin'
Yeah! Yeah!

try me son, he best have the heat on him
Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street him
I put your body in a bag
on me, I'm on ya ass
I money to my niggas, that bring death to my enemies
I bring to my niggas, that bring death to my enemies

Nigga on me, the goons and goblins come out
Bushmaster hundred shot run out
They dumb out, you heard of me, they call me big
Me I make the register
I'm the cab
They make the hammers
on ya ass now
Hair trigger, nigga, yeah niggas'll flip
Six, let it off at wig
Here I is, where the is, I still get biz
D's know the beef
You still get did
It be your tombstone and your fuckin' grave dig
Have that ass in the tryna talk to the pigs
I'm like Damien
When I start loose on ya
Closest thing to lucifer, you you got a noose on ya
I it hard to breathe
I come with heart, so air it out
it hard to eat
Have you lookin' both
you crossin' the street!

Nigga try me son, he best the heat on him
Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the with him
I put your body in a bag
on me, I'm on ya ass
I bring to my niggas, that bring death to my enemies
I bring money to my niggas, that bring to my enemies

Yeah niggas send me the wrong message, we gon' fucking kill the
Your whole hollow tips'll tear up the best of ya
ain't the "carter" nigga, this is sparta
It's I die and be a martyr, respect me like your father
Let off a clip or let a off
I have pussy ass runnin' like a race horse
Follow now yay' shoot his "face off"
You can have one, one, it's mad fun
See how when you to me all of the cash gone
I was born with the tec it's a defect
I was conceived in the bins, up in a Benz
is what happens when have nots turn into sasquatch
Let the gat pop, boogie on the back blocks
It's horrific nah terrific
I got it if you sniff it, go head nigga it
Get lifted, Goddamn I'm

Nigga try me son, he have the heat on him
my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him
Well I put body in a bag
on me, I'm on ya ass
I bring money to my niggas, that death to my enemies
I bring money to my niggas, bring death to my enemies

Yeah I tell 'em on 'em then they ride on 'em
Get the on 'em and squeeze the .9 on 'em
shot, .40-glock blow his mind on him
They say not a jooks, leave the shines on 'em,
Now you can watch me, nigga the police watch me
I move proper go ahead catch a shell tryna me
That spider, carbon fibre
And my dog is like Al-Qaeda fighter
Rapid fire, sweet like apple cider,
The mack'll fire, like Michael Myers
It's off the when I get on my bullshit
No smiles, no laughs, you gets no
You can explain to my niggas while they yo' ass
My hands itch when the money comes, it's hard to it
Last time I itched this, a truckload came in
Get money, get bread, that's I do kid

try me son, he best have the heat on him
Want my closed, get to moppin' the street with him
Well I put body in a bag
on me, I'm on ya ass
I bring to my niggas, that bring death to my enemies
I bring money to my niggas, that bring to my enemies