Luyện nghe bài hát Hitmen

I him dead.
I don't how you do it I don't 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 dead I want his father dead...
I don't care I 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 up then you fucked, best not to fuck
Fuck you fucked then FUCK! You think you tough?'
Chill! I two's 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 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
me, where the money at? Sonny tapped Fred, "This is a funny cat
You're black, you get the money when you back!"
What's that? Whatchu say? Nah you didn't say
Laid back the gat under my grey hat and said "stay back"
Clack, I don't play that! Shot in his top lip [Ahh!!]
That's for popping shit, and Sonny is his dick [Ahhhh!!]
Blew they brains then skipped in a Towncar car
Vinnie said, "What? No How'd it go down, par'?"
"Like quicksand." "Damn, here's your grand.
Lemme shake your hand, shit man, you're my hit man!"

(Chorus)
Yo we hitmen, charge G's ahead
You see the ex-poor theivz and want to fled
Instead, in with the crowd while we cockin' this
But sudden moves will just yourself obvious
Gimmie a price that I like, sound good I might
Take the life of whoever knowing could do it better
Remember no kids and 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 for initiation, cats told me the situation
niggas transporter was lacing
Coke was they was shortin' it up
He was supposed to be importin' it up, but he was it up
So they sent me to his house in a '98
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 seen
Headed for the door 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 for her stocking
A holster strapped to her leg which she had the in
She me cocking, and still tried to go for hers
[gunshot] Kirk was like, "Damn why you open
Before she showed you where the was? Fuck man..."

(Chorus)

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

(Conversation with hitman)

(Chorus)

three no's to a hitman:
No
No
No

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