Luyện nghe bài hát Hitmen

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

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

(Chorus)
Yo we hitmen, charge G's ahead
You see the ex-poor theivz and want to fled
Instead, blend in with the while we cockin' this
But sudden moves will just make yourself
Gimmie a price I like, sound good then I might
the life of whoever knowing never could do it better
Remember no and double for females
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 this job
Burnt my hand for initiation, told me the situation
niggas transporter was lacing
Coke was they was shortin' it up
He was to be importin' it up, but he was snortin' it up
So they sent me to his in a '98 Blazer
Under my toungue, razor, gun with the lazer
Jumped out all black on feeling no love
With the slugs, black mask with the gloves
Ran up in his crib-o with the and seen dick-o
Headed for the with two tickets to 'Fransisco
Him and his bitch, yo! She was type rio
shirt with the straw hat holding parico
Yo chico! Where's the of the kilos, we know 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 she had the glock in
She heard me cocking, and still to go for hers
Kirk was like, "Damn why you open hers
Before she showed you the Coca was? Fuck man..."

(Chorus)

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

(Conversation amateur hitman)

(Chorus)

three no's to a hitman:
No
No
No

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