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 if you gotta bring him over 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 want you to clap clown
If you fuck up you fucked, best not to fuck
Fuck you then 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 much
his head fed and called his man Fred "Yo Fred!"
Fred said, "FUCK you!" Oh fuck me?
As long as none of you me everything'll be lovely
Trust me, where the money at? Sonny Fred, "This is a funny cat
You're black, you get the money you come back!"
What's that? Whatchu say? Nah you didn't say
Laid back snatched the gat under my hat and said "stay back"
Clack, I don't that! Shot Fred in his top lip [Ahh!!]
That's for popping shit, and Sonny is his dick [Ahhhh!!]
Blew they then skipped 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, thirty G's ahead
You might see the ex-poor and want to fled
Instead, blend in the crowd while we cockin' this
But sudden moves will just yourself obvious
Gimmie a price that I like, 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 hitman job
Burnt my for initiation, cats told me the situation
Them transporter was lacing
was missing they 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 with the lazer
out with all black on feeling no love
With the untouched slugs, black mask the gloves
Ran up in his crib-o with the click-o and seen
Headed for the door two tickets to 'Fransisco
Him and his bitch, yo! She was looking 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 behind him sobbing reaching for her stocking
A holster to her leg which she had the glock in
She heard me cocking, and tried to go for hers
[gunshot] Kirk was like, "Damn why you hers
Before she showed you where the Coca 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 bullets start
and maintaining be the key for this academy
Number one: never 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 tec-nines for strong
Never let a contract disrespect your
''cause you might be next to get it collecting your dough
But yo, the target is one that barely moves
German 2's that'll be tucked under daily news
Every shot counts 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 split man
But shit, man, all part of being a hitman

(Conversation amateur hitman)

(Chorus)

There's no's to a hitman:
No
No
No

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