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
Want my eyes closed, get to 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 to my enemies

Nigga on me, the goons and goblins come out
hundred shot drums'll run out
They out, you heard of me, they call me big homie
Me I make the ring
I'm the cab
They the hammers ring
on ya ass now
Hair trigger, stare nigga, yeah niggas'll
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 tombstone and your fuckin' grave they dig
Have that ass in the precinct tryna talk to the
I'm like Damien
When I start loose on ya
Closest thing to lucifer, you you got a noose on ya
I make it 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 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, bring death to my enemies

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

Nigga try me son, he best the heat on him
Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the with 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

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

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 money to my niggas, bring death to my enemies