Luyện nghe bài hát Hitmen

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

(Verse 1)
pat me down sat me down said look at me now
'Kirk no around I want you to clap this clown
If you fuck up then you fucked, best not to
Fuck you fucked what? FUCK! You think you tough?'
Chill! I two's to bust, save the anger
And all that hostility, grilling me, you killing me, feelin' me?
Guess not...who you dead? "Vinnie." How much bread?
Shook his head fed and his man Fred "Yo Fred!"
Fred said, "FUCK you!" Oh me? Lucky
As long as none of you touch me everything'll be
Trust me, where the money at? 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
Laid back snatched the gat under my grey hat and "stay back"
Clack, I don't that! Shot Fred in his top lip [Ahh!!]
for popping shit, and shot Sonny 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, 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 theivz and want to fled
Instead, in with the crowd while we cockin' this
But sudden moves just make yourself obvious
Gimmie a price I like, sound good then I might
Take the life of whoever never could do it better
Remember no kids and for females
Pass the bills, pictures, and details and 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
my hand for initiation, cats told me the situation
Them transporter was lacing
Coke was missing was shortin' it up
He was to be importin' it up, but he was snortin' it up
So sent me to his house in a '98 Blazer
Under my toungue, razor, gun pager the lazer
Jumped out with all black on feeling no
With the untouched slugs, mask with the gloves
Ran up in his crib-o the click-o and seen dick-o
for the door with two tickets to 'Fransisco
Him and his bitch, yo! She was looking rio
Flower with the straw hat holding 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 reaching for her
A holster strapped to her leg which she had the in
She heard me cocking, and still tried to go for
[gunshot] Kirk was like, "Damn why you 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 the bullets start raining
Killing and maintaining be the key for this
Number never ever ever point a gat at me
FUCK if it's unloaded, this man's health
Bust me by I'll kill you my DAMN self
Now it to the side firm, squeeze 'till they squirm
Use nines for long niggas for strong niggas
Never let a contract your flow
''cause you might be next to get it when your dough
But yo, the best is one that barely moves
2's that'll be kept tucked under daily news
Every shot with the nigga hired to hit on
You don't an empty clip with more niggas to shit on
No vest and you get lit on, then you might wanna man
But shit, man, all part of being a hitman

(Conversation amateur hitman)

(Chorus)

There's three no's to a
No
No
No

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