Luyện nghe bài hát Hitmen

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

(Verse 1)
Sonny pat me down sat me down said at me now
'Kirk no fucking I want you to clap this clown
If you fuck up then you fucked, not to fuck
you fucked then what? FUCK! You think you tough?'
Chill! I need two's to bust, the anger
And all that hostility, stop grilling me, you me, feelin' me?
Guess not...who you want dead? "Vinnie." How bread?
Shook his fed and called his man Fred "Yo Fred!"
said, "FUCK you!" Oh fuck me? Lucky
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 Nah you didn't say that
Laid 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 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 your grand.
Lemme shake hand, shit man, you're my favorite hit man!"

(Chorus)
Yo we hitmen, thirty G's ahead
You might see the ex-poor theivz and want to
Instead, in with the crowd while we cockin' this
But moves will just make yourself obvious
Gimmie a price that I like, sound good I might
the life of whoever knowing never could do it better
Remember no and double 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
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 pager the lazer
Jumped out all black on feeling no love
With the untouched slugs, mask with the gloves
Ran up in his crib-o with the click-o and seen
Headed for the door with two to 'Fransisco
Him and his bitch, yo! She was type rio
Flower shirt with the straw hat parico
Yo chico! the rest of the kilos, we know you got 'em
Red light dot him, spot him on his head, him
His girl behind him sobbing reaching for her
A strapped 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 open
Before she showed you where the Coca was? man..."

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
Dog it much time for explaining, and you a hitman in training
to and not to do when the bullets start raining
Killing and maintaining be the key for academy
Number one: never ever point a gat at me
FUCK if it's unloaded, threaten this man's
Bust me by mistake I'll kill you my DAMN
Now hold it to the firm, squeeze 'till they squirm
Use nines for niggas tec-nines for strong niggas
Never let a contract disrespect flow
''cause you might be next to get it when your dough
But yo, the best target is one barely moves
German 2's that'll be kept under daily news
Every counts with the nigga hired to hit on
You want an empty clip with more niggas to shit on
No vest and you get lit on, you might wanna split man
But shit, man, that's all part of being a

(Conversation with hitman)

(Chorus)

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

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