Luyện nghe bài hát Death To My Enemies

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

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

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

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

niggas send me the wrong message, we gon' fucking kill the messenger
Your whole clique hollow tips'll tear up the of ya
This ain't the "carter" nigga, this is
It's I die and be a martyr, respect me like your father
Let off a or let a case off
I have your pussy ass like a race horse
Follow orders now yay' his "face off"
You can have one, blast one, mad fun
See how when you listen to me all of the cash
I was born with the tec it's a birth
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 sniff it, go head twist it
Get lifted, Goddamn I'm

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 death to my enemies
I bring to my niggas, that bring death to my enemies

Yeah I tell 'em ride on 'em then they on 'em
Get the line on 'em and 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, like the police watch me
I move proper go ahead catch a shell tryna me
4-30 spider, carbon fibre
And my dog is like natural fighter
Rapid fire, you're sweet like cider,
The mack'll fire, like Michael Myers
It's off the wire when I get on my
No smiles, no laughs, you no pass
You can explain to my niggas while they yo' ass
My hands itch when the money comes, it's hard to it
Last I itched like this, a truckload came in
Get money, get bread, what I do kid

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