Luyện nghe bài hát Hitmen

I him dead.
I don't care how you do it I don't when you do it
but I want him dead.
I don't if you gotta bring him over here with his mother
but I him dead.
I want his mother dead I want his dead...
I don't I want his DOG dead...

(Verse 1)
Sonny pat me down sat me down said at me now
no fucking around I want you to clap this clown
If you fuck up then you fucked, best not to
Fuck you fucked then what? FUCK! You you tough?'
Chill! I two's to bust, save the anger
And all hostility, stop grilling me, you killing me, feelin' me?
Guess not...who you want dead? "Vinnie." How bread?
his head fed and called his man Fred "Yo Fred!"
Fred said, "FUCK you!" Oh fuck me?
As long as of you touch me everything'll be lovely
Trust me, where the money at? Sonny tapped Fred, "This is a cat
black, you get the money when you come back!"
What's that? Whatchu say? Nah you didn't say
Laid back snatched the gat under my grey hat and "stay back"
Clack, I don't that! Shot Fred in his top lip [Ahh!!]
That's for shit, and shot Sonny is his dick [Ahhhh!!]
Blew they then skipped in a Towncar brown car
said, "What? No scars? How'd it go down, par'?"
"Like quicksand." "Damn, your thirty-six grand.
Lemme shake your hand, man, you're my favorite hit man!"

(Chorus)
Yo we hitmen, charge G's ahead
You might see the ex-poor theivz and want to
Instead, blend in with the crowd we cockin' this
But sudden moves will just yourself obvious
Gimmie a price that I like, sound good then I
Take the life of knowing never could do it better
Remember no kids and double for
the bills, pictures, and details and I'll do the kill

(Verse 2)
Peep the sag, I was two G's by the mob
Two Z's and the Saab for hitman job
Burnt my hand for initiation, cats me the situation
niggas transporter was lacing
Coke was missing was shortin' it up
He was supposed to be it up, but he was snortin' it up
So they me to his house in a '98 Blazer
my toungue, razor, gun pager with the lazer
Jumped out all black on feeling no love
With the untouched slugs, black with the gloves
Ran up in his with the click-o and seen dick-o
Headed for the door with two to 'Fransisco
Him and his bitch, yo! She was type rio
Flower shirt with the straw hat parico
Yo chico! Where's the rest of the kilos, we you got 'em
Red dot him, spot him on his head, shot him
His girl behind him sobbing for her stocking
A holster strapped to her leg which she had the in
She heard me cocking, and still to go for hers
Kirk was like, "Damn why you open hers
Before she showed you where the was? Fuck man..."

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
Dog it ain't much for explaining, and you a hitman in training
What to and not to do when the bullets start
Killing and be the key for this academy
Number one: never ever point a gat at me
FUCK if unloaded, threaten this man's health
me by mistake I'll kill you my DAMN self
Now hold it to the side firm, squeeze 'till squirm
Use nines for long niggas tec-nines for strong
let a contract disrespect your flow
''cause you might be to get it when collecting your dough
But yo, the best is one that barely moves
German 2's that'll be tucked under daily news
shot counts with the nigga hired to hit on
You want an empty clip with more niggas to shit on
No vest and you get lit on, you might wanna split man
But shit, man, all part of being a hitman

(Conversation amateur hitman)

(Chorus)

three no's to a hitman:
No
No
No

dismissed