Luyện nghe bài hát Death To My Enemies

Dre, niggas think bullshittin'
Yeah! Yeah!

Nigga try me son, he 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 bring money to my niggas, that bring to my enemies
I bring money to my niggas, that death to my enemies

Nigga on me, the goons and goblins come out
hundred shot drums'll run out
They dumb out, you heard of me, they me big homie
Me I make the register
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 is, I still get biz
D's know the beef
You still get did
It be your and your fuckin' grave they dig
Have that ass in the tryna talk to the pigs
I'm Damien nigga
I start gettin' loose on ya
Closest thing to lucifer, you think you got a on ya
I it hard to breathe
I come your heart, so air it out
Make it to eat
Have you lookin' 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 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

Yeah send me the wrong message, we gon' fucking kill the messenger
Your whole clique hollow tips'll up the best of ya
ain't the "carter" nigga, this is sparta
It's harder I die and be a martyr, respect me like 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 to me all of the cash gone
I was born with the tec a birth defect
I was in the bins, ended up in a Benz
This is what happens when have 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 head nigga it
Get lifted, Goddamn I'm

Nigga try me son, he best have the on him
Want my eyes closed, get to 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 to my niggas, that bring death to my enemies

I tell 'em ride on 'em then they ride on 'em
Get the line on 'em and the .9 on 'em
Head shot, .40-glock blow his 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 catch a shell tryna stop me
That 4-30 spider, fibre
And my dog is Al-Qaeda natural fighter
Rapid fire, you're sweet like 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 whoop yo' ass
My hands itch the money comes, it's hard to explain it
Last I itched like 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 money to my niggas, that bring death to my enemies
I bring money to my niggas, bring death to my enemies