Luyện nghe bài hát Here We Are/Go Killem

[Daz](Kurupt)
Psss.. yeah..
It's time 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 come strapped wit tec's
to get back or get capped, the back slap, a flap
Swingle's the cheater them thangs come in screechin in the dark
I want my snija you singin the sparks
Dustin off bread, for startin Rucker's
Can't touch us, me and my homey wit fuckers
Me and my dogg's attention leavin y'all less in the action
ass sorry ass bastards, heartless, senseless coward
I was born to devauer, cut your
For all my niggaz behind bars
for life, from the blade of a knife
The kid strikes at thirteen for ya life
Seven tec's, I earn you "Chin Check" the rest
or die your bitch ass death
I take precaution, stalkin these streets, and ballin
Keep your hand on yo' heat, cause we playin for
Real niggaz do real thangs in gang-bang life we lead
You hang, nigga die and bleed
Murder won't stop 'til buster and sucker drop
Fuck the cops, stop me from corruptin the
pass the glocks in the weed spot
Stop hatin, whodie got and clock yo' own knock
Tryna perfect the shine, the fifty-eight die
Blind ya when we comin from

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

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

- 2X

Smoked and loaded and up by a locked up
On some who try to get buck
In the fashion, the blastin, it's 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, bring the fan
and Daz you blast, so bitch ass
Adios as his ass got
and the wrong nigga now his ass is goast
I smoke a blunt and stick my dick in cunt (ahh AHH!)
To me and my homeboy's, ya just punks, haha
Who really want it? come get it
Slowly but surely, homey you ain't forget it
How many I gotta say somethin, I'm fuckin wit mine
Livin the life of where it's do or die
niggaz don't really want none of this
We the shit, but ya ya crew, bitch!

- 3X w/ variations

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