Luyện nghe bài hát Death To My Enemies

Dre, niggas think we're
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 bring money to my niggas, bring death to my enemies
I bring money to my niggas, that bring death to my

Nigga front on me, the goons and goblins out
Bushmaster shot drums'll run out
They dumb out, you heard of me, they call me big
Me I make the ring
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
I is, where the money 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 precinct tryna talk to the
I'm like nigga
I start gettin' loose on ya
Closest thing to lucifer, you you got a noose on ya
I make it hard to
I come with heart, so air it out
it hard to eat
Have you both ways
Like you the street!

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

Yeah send me the wrong message, we gon' fucking kill the messenger
Your whole clique hollow tear 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 horse
orders now yay' shoot his "face off"
You can have one, one, it's mad fun
See how when you listen to me all of the gone
I was with the tec it's a birth defect
I was in the bins, ended up in a Benz
This is what happens when have nots into sasquatch
Let the gat pop, boogie down on the back
horrific nah it's terrific
I got it if you it, go head nigga twist it
Get lifted, I'm gifted

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

Yeah I 'em ride on 'em then they ride on 'em
Get the line on 'em and the .9 on 'em
Head shot, .40-glock his mind on him
They say not a jooks, leave the shines on 'em,
Now you can watch me, nigga like the police me
I move proper go catch a shell tryna stop me
That spider, carbon fibre
And my dog is like Al-Qaeda natural
Rapid fire, you're sweet like cider,
The mack'll fire, mask Michael Myers
It's off the wire when I get on my
No smiles, no laughs, you gets no
You can explain to my niggas while they yo' ass
My hands itch when the money comes, hard to explain it
Last 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, bring death to my enemies
I money to my niggas, that bring death to my enemies