Luyện nghe bài hát Here We Are/Go Killem

[Daz](Kurupt)
Psss.. yeah..
It's about y'all bitch ass niggaz (fuck this.. shit)
Y'knahmsayin? Tired of ya bitch ass everywhere
(Yeah nigga, Daz and Kurupt) killin, everyday all day
I'm out!

Nigga cause you better strapped wit some tec's
to get back or get capped, the back slap, a late
Swingle's the cheater when them thangs come in screechin in the
I want my snija you singin the sparks
Dustin off bread, motherfuckers for Rucker's
touch us, me and my homey reply wit fuckers
Me and my dogg's blast attention leavin y'all in the action
Bitch ass sorry ass bastards, heartless, coward
I was born to devauer, cut your
For all my real niggaz bars
for life, from the blade of a knife
The kid strikes at thirteen for ya life
Seven tec's, I repect; you "Chin Check" the rest
or die your bitch ass death
I precaution, stalkin these streets, flossin and ballin
Keep hand on yo' heat, cause we playin for keeps
Real niggaz do real thangs in this gang-bang life we
You can't hang, nigga die and
Murder stop 'til every buster and sucker drop
the cops, stop me from corruptin the block
Rocks pass the glocks in the weed
Stop playa hatin, whodie got and yo' own knock
perfect the shine, the fifty-eight camera's die
Blind ya when we comin from

male singer + female singer]
we are (here we are)
and there are (there they are)
Gonna get gone, aiyya, (get gone, get gone) {*gun shot*}
Gonna get gone, aiyya, aiyya (get gone, get gone) shot*}

(?)'s a herb, the choreographer the murderer
Camaro's, I show no mercy and no
Fuedin, layin 'em down, for radio, seveditary
'em down dead up in the montuary
Death is more, life is gone
Brandish torn; forty weeks later - a soldier is born
Inbine neighborhood to let me if you could
Be a G or you claim to be let me know if you
Back up, hoes Cadillac's {*gun shot*}
Don't ever come back, you show me it's at
Off the rack comes the gay, buck
and A.K. in a major way!
We're in the where it's banned from man
Clan for clan, simple mistake, you end up dead (yeah.. say what?)
I roll with (?) for the chips
Grip the pistol to ya brain, takin no shit
Whether, Heaven or Hell, I gotsta
Rather die makin it and to die in a cell
Rather load up my shells
but nigga, you and tell
leave they wit the maggots and snails (UGH UGH!)
Shit, for T-Duck.. (ahh!), always G'd up
On a mission for tuition, I need
Big dollars.. (why?), I niggaz cause I gotta
My got enemys now because of they father (shhh)

- 2X

Smoked and and fucked up by a locked up
On niggaz who try to get buck
In the fashion, the blastin, it's hard to
Not cashin no niggaz who be actin like
do I do, but call my niggaz and my crew to come
do what do, and put they work on you
See me automatic, cause static, static's of a gun-play
everyday, all day
You trouble? Ha-ha, let's bring the fan
and Daz you blast, so bitch ass
Adios as his ass got
and fucked the wrong nigga now his ass is
I smoke a blunt and my dick in some cunt (ahh AHH!)
To me and my homeboy's, ya some punks, haha
Who really want it? come get it
but surely, homey you ain't never forget it
How many times I gotta say somethin, I'm wit mine
Livin the of crime where it's do or die
Y'all niggaz don't really want of this
We the shit, but ya ya crew, bitch!

- 3X w/ variations

[Daz] {*w/ singer singing in background*}
'em, kill 'em
Yeah, pull up on this nigga right
Choke out (?) shot*}
PLO! 'EM!...