Luyện nghe bài hát Death To My Enemies

Dre, think we're bullshittin'
Yeah! Yeah!

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 to my niggas, that bring death to my enemies

Nigga front on me, the goons and goblins out
Bushmaster shot drums'll run out
They dumb out, you of me, they call me big homie
Me I the register ring
I'm the cab
They make the ring
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 gon' get did
It be tombstone and your fuckin' grave they dig
Have that ass in the precinct talk to the pigs
I'm Damien nigga
When I start loose on ya
Closest thing to lucifer, you you got a noose on ya
I make it hard to
I come your heart, so air it out
it hard to eat
Have you lookin' ways
Like you the street!

Nigga try me son, he best have the on him
Want my closed, get to moppin' the street with him
I put your body 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 up the best of ya
This the "carter" nigga, this is sparta
It's harder I die and be a martyr, respect me like your
Let off a clip or let a off
I have your pussy ass runnin' like a race
Follow now yay' shoot his "face off"
You can have one, one, it's mad fun
See how you listen to me all of the cash gone
I was born 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 horrific nah 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
I put your body 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, bring death to my enemies

Yeah I tell 'em 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
say ain't not a jooks, leave the shines on 'em,
Now you can watch me, like the police watch me
I move proper go ahead catch a shell stop me
That spider, carbon fibre
And my dog is Al-Qaeda natural fighter
Rapid fire, you're like apple cider,
The fire, mask 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 while they whoop yo' ass
My hands itch when the money comes, it's hard to it
time I itched like this, a truckload came in
Get money, get bread, what I do kid

try me son, he best have the heat on him
Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the with him
Well I put your 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 bring to my enemies