Luyện nghe bài hát Hitmen

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

(Verse 1)
Sonny pat me down sat me down 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 what? FUCK! You think you tough?'
Chill! I need to bust, save the anger
And all that hostility, stop me, you killing me, feelin' me?
Guess not...who you want dead? "Vinnie." How bread?
Shook his 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
You're black, you get the when you come back!"
What's that? Whatchu say? Nah you didn't say
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 Sonny is his [Ahhhh!!]
Blew they brains skipped in a Towncar brown car
Vinnie said, "What? No How'd it go down, par'?"
"Like quicksand." "Damn, your thirty-six grand.
Lemme your hand, shit man, you're my favorite hit man!"

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

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

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
Dog it much time 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 one: ever ever point a gat at me
FUCK if it's unloaded, threaten man's health
Bust me by mistake I'll you my DAMN self
Now hold it to the side firm, squeeze 'till squirm
Use nines for long tec-nines for strong niggas
Never let a contract disrespect your
''cause you be next to get it when collecting your dough
But yo, the best target is one that barely
German 2's that'll be kept tucked under daily
Every shot with the nigga hired to hit on
You don't want an empty with more niggas to shit on
No vest and you get lit on, then you might split man
But shit, man, all part of being a hitman

(Conversation with hitman)

(Chorus)

There's three no's to a
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