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 just him dead.
I don't if you gotta bring him over 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 said 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 then what? FUCK! You you tough?'
Chill! I need two's to bust, the anger
And all that hostility, stop grilling me, you killing me, 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 me? Lucky
As long as of you touch me everything'll be lovely
Trust me, where the money at? tapped Fred, "This is a funny cat
You're black, you get the money you come back!"
What's that? Whatchu say? Nah you say that
Laid back snatched the gat under my hat and said "stay back"
Clack, I don't play that! Shot in his top lip [Ahh!!]
That's for popping shit, and shot is his dick [Ahhhh!!]
Blew they brains then in a Towncar brown car
said, "What? No scars? How'd 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 and want to fled
Instead, blend in with the crowd while we cockin'
But sudden moves will just yourself obvious
Gimmie a price that I like, sound then I might
the life of whoever knowing never could do it better
Remember no kids and double for
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
my hand for initiation, cats told me the situation
Them niggas was lacing
Coke was missing 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
my toungue, razor, gun pager with the lazer
Jumped out with all black on no love
With the untouched slugs, black with the gloves
Ran up in his crib-o with the click-o and dick-o
Headed for the door with two tickets to
Him and his bitch, yo! She was looking rio
Flower shirt with the straw hat holding
Yo chico! Where's the of the kilos, we know you got 'em
Red light dot him, spot him on his head, him
His girl behind him 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 open
Before she showed you where the was? 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: never ever point a gat at me
FUCK if it's unloaded, this man's health
Bust me by mistake kill you my DAMN self
Now hold it to the side firm, squeeze they squirm
Use nines for long niggas tec-nines for strong
Never let a disrespect your flow
''cause you might be next to get it when your dough
But yo, the target is one that 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 more to shit on
No vest and you get lit on, then you wanna split man
But shit, man, that's all part of a hitman

(Conversation with hitman)

(Chorus)

three no's to a hitman:
No
No
No

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