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 his mother dead I want his father dead...
I don't care I his DOG dead...

(Verse 1)
Sonny pat me down sat me down look at me now
'Kirk no fucking around I want you to clap this
If you fuck up then you fucked, not to fuck
Fuck you then what? 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 dead? "Vinnie." How much
Shook his fed and called his man Fred "Yo Fred!"
said, "FUCK you!" Oh fuck me? Lucky
As long as none of you touch me be lovely
Trust me, the money at? Sonny tapped Fred, "This is a funny cat
black, you get the money when you come back!"
What's Whatchu say? Nah you didn't say that
Laid back snatched the gat my grey hat and said "stay back"
Clack, I play that! Shot Fred in his top lip [Ahh!!]
That's for popping shit, and Sonny is his dick [Ahhhh!!]
Blew they brains skipped in a Towncar brown car
said, "What? No scars? How'd it go down, par'?"
"Like quicksand." "Damn, here's thirty-six grand.
shake your hand, shit 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, in with the crowd while we cockin' this
But sudden moves just make yourself obvious
Gimmie a price that I like, sound good then I
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 hand for initiation, cats told me the
Them niggas was lacing
Coke was missing was shortin' it up
He was to be importin' it up, but he was snortin' it up
So they 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 with the gloves
Ran up in his crib-o with the and seen dick-o
Headed for the door two tickets to 'Fransisco
Him and his bitch, yo! She was type rio
Flower shirt with the straw hat holding
Yo chico! Where's the rest of the kilos, we you got 'em
Red light dot him, spot him on his head, 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 still to go for hers
Kirk was like, "Damn why you open hers
Before she showed you where the Coca was? man..."

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
Dog it ain't much time for explaining, and you a hitman in
What to and not to do when the bullets raining
Killing and be the key for this academy
one: never ever ever point a gat at me
FUCK if it's unloaded, threaten this man's
Bust me by mistake I'll kill you my self
Now it to the side firm, squeeze 'till they squirm
Use nines for long tec-nines for strong niggas
Never let a contract your flow
''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 counts with the nigga to hit on
You want an empty clip with more niggas to shit on
No vest and you get lit on, then you wanna split man
But shit, man, that's all of being a hitman

(Conversation with hitman)

(Chorus)

There's three no's to a
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