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 niggaz
(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 or get capped, the back slap, a late flap
Swingle's the cheater when them thangs come in in the dark
I want my snija you singin the sparks
Dustin off bread, motherfuckers for Rucker's
Can't touch us, me and my 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 behind bars
Scared for life, the blade of a knife
The kid strikes at thirteen for takin ya
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, cause we playin for
Real niggaz do real thangs in this gang-bang we lead
You can't hang, nigga die and
Murder won't stop 'til buster and sucker drop
the cops, stop me from corruptin the block
Rocks pass the glocks in the spot
Stop playa hatin, whodie got and yo' own knock
Tryna perfect the shine, the fifty-eight die
ya when we comin from behind

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

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

- 2X

Smoked and loaded and fucked up by a up
On niggaz who try to get buck
In the fashion, the blastin, it's to imagine
Not cashin no who be actin like bastards
do I do, but call my niggaz and my crew to come
do what they do, and put work on you
See me automatic, cause static, static's inatic of a
everyday, all day
You want trouble? Ha-ha, let's the fan
and Daz you blast, so donate ass
Adios as his ass got
and fucked the wrong now his ass is goast
I a blunt and stick my dick in some cunt (ahh AHH!)
To me and my homeboy's, ya just some punks,
Who really want it? come get it
Slowly but surely, homey you ain't never it
How many times I say somethin, I'm fuckin wit mine
Livin the life of where it's do or die
Y'all niggaz don't really want 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 this right here
Choke out (?) {*gun
PLO! 'EM!...