Luyện nghe bài hát Here We Are/Go Killem

[Daz](Kurupt)
Psss.. yeah..
It's about time bitch ass niggaz (fuck this.. shit)
Tired of ya bitch ass niggaz everywhere
(Yeah nigga, Daz and Kurupt) 1-8-7 killin, all day
I'm out!

Nigga cause you better strapped wit some tec's
to get back or get capped, the back slap, a flap
Swingle's the when them thangs come in screechin in the dark
I want my when you singin the sparks
off bread, motherfuckers for startin Rucker's
Can't touch us, me and my reply wit fuckers
Me and my dogg's blast attention y'all less in the action
Bitch ass ass bastards, heartless, senseless coward
I was to devauer, cut your sorry's
For all my real niggaz behind
Scared for life, from the blade of a
The kid at thirteen for takin ya life
tec's, I earn repect; you "Chin Check" the rest
or die when your ass death
I take precaution, stalkin streets, flossin and ballin
Keep your hand on yo' heat, we playin for keeps
Real niggaz do thangs in this gang-bang life we lead
You can't hang, die and bleed
won't stop 'til every buster and sucker drop
Fuck the cops, stop me from the block
Rocks the glocks in the weed spot
playa hatin, whodie got and clock yo' own knock
Tryna perfect the shine, the camera's die
Blind ya we comin from behind

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

(?)'s a herb, call the choreographer the
Camaro's, I show no mercy and no
Fuedin, layin 'em down, for every radio,
Layin 'em dead up in the montuary
Death is more, life is gone
Brandish your forty weeks later - a soldier is born
Inbine your to let me if you could
Be a G or you claim to be let me know if you
shootin up, hoes Cadillac's {*gun shot*}
Don't ever come back, you show me it's at
Off the comes the gay, buck sprays
and A.K. retaliates in a way!
We're in the land where banned from man
Clan for clan, simple mistake, you end up dead (yeah.. say what?)
I roll Crips (?) for the chips
Grip the pistol to ya brain, never takin no
Whether, or Hell, I gotsta prevail
Rather die makin it and to die in a cell
load up my hollow-point shells
but nigga, you snitch and
leave they wit the maggots and snails (UGH UGH!)
Shit, duck for T-Duck.. (ahh!), G'd up
On a for tuition, I need bucks
Big dollars.. (why?), I jack niggaz I gotta
My got enemys now because of they father (shhh)

- 2X

Smoked and loaded and up by a locked up
On niggaz who try to get buck
In the fashion, the blastin, hard to imagine
Not cashin no niggaz who be actin like
What do I do, but call my and my crew to come
do what they do, and put work on you
See me automatic, static, static's inatic of a gun-play
everyday, all day
You want trouble? Ha-ha, let's the fan
and Daz you blast, so bitch ass
Adios as his ass got
and fucked the wrong now his ass is goast
I smoke a and stick my dick in some cunt (ahh AHH!)
To me and my homeboy's, ya just punks, haha
Who really want it? Nigga get it
Slowly but surely, homey you ain't forget it
How many times I say somethin, I'm fuckin wit mine
Livin the of crime where it's do or die
Y'all niggaz don't really none of this
We the shit, but ya ya crew, bitch!

[Chorus] - 3X w/

[Daz] {*w/ female singer in background*}
Kill 'em, 'em
Yeah, pull up on nigga right here
out (?) {*gun shot*}
PLO! 'EM!...