Luyện nghe bài hát Death To My Enemies

Dre, niggas think we're
Yeah! Yeah!

Nigga try me son, he have the heat on him
my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him
Well I put your 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 death to my

Nigga front on me, the goons and come out
Bushmaster hundred drums'll run out
They dumb out, you heard of me, they me big homie
Me I the register ring
I'm the cab
They make the ring
on ya ass now
Hair trigger, stare nigga, niggas'll flip
Six, let it off at wig
Here I is, where the money is, I get biz
D's know about the
You gon' get did
It be your tombstone and your fuckin' they dig
that ass in the precinct tryna talk to the pigs
I'm like nigga
When I start gettin' on ya
thing to lucifer, you think you got a noose on ya
I make it to breathe
I with your heart, so air it out
Make it to eat
Have you both ways
you crossin' the street!

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

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

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

Yeah I 'em ride on 'em then they ride on 'em
Get the on 'em and squeeze the .9 on 'em
Head shot, .40-glock his mind on him
They say ain't not a jooks, leave the on 'em,
Now you can watch me, nigga like the watch me
I move go ahead catch a shell tryna stop me
That 4-30 spider, fibre
And my dog is Al-Qaeda natural fighter
fire, you're sweet like apple cider,
The mack'll fire, mask like Michael
It's off the wire when I get on my
No smiles, no laughs, you no pass
You can explain to my niggas while whoop yo' ass
My hands when the money comes, it's hard to explain it
Last I itched like this, a truckload came in
Get money, get bread, what I do kid

Nigga try me son, he best the heat on him
Want my closed, get to moppin' the street with him
Well I put your 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