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 over here with his
but I him dead.
I want his mother dead I want his 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 want you to clap this
If you fuck up you fucked, best not to fuck
Fuck you fucked 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?
not...who you want dead? "Vinnie." How much bread?
Shook his head fed and called his man "Yo Fred!"
said, "FUCK you!" Oh fuck me? Lucky
As as none of you touch me everything'll be lovely
Trust me, where the money at? Sonny tapped Fred, "This is a cat
You're black, you get the money when you back!"
that? Whatchu say? Nah you didn't say that
Laid back snatched the gat under my grey hat and "stay back"
Clack, I don't that! Shot Fred in his top lip [Ahh!!]
That's for shit, and shot Sonny 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, your thirty-six grand.
Lemme shake your hand, man, you're my favorite hit man!"

(Chorus)
Yo we hitmen, charge thirty G's
You see the ex-poor theivz and want to fled
Instead, blend in with the crowd while we cockin'
But sudden moves will make yourself obvious
a price that I like, sound good then I might
Take the life of knowing never could do it better
no kids and double for females
Pass the bills, pictures, and and I'll do the kill

(Verse 2)
Peep the sag, I was two G's by the mob
Two Z's and the for this hitman job
my hand for initiation, cats told me the situation
Them transporter was lacing
Coke was missing they was it up
He was to be importin' it up, but he was snortin' it up
So sent me to his house in a '98 Blazer
Under my toungue, razor, gun pager with the
Jumped out with all black on no love
With the untouched slugs, black with the gloves
Ran up in his with the click-o 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, him on his head, shot him
His girl behind him sobbing reaching for her
A holster to her leg which she had the glock in
She me cocking, and still tried 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 start
Killing and be the key for this academy
Number one: never ever point a gat at me
FUCK if it's unloaded, threaten this man's
Bust me by I'll kill you my DAMN self
Now hold it to the side firm, squeeze they squirm
Use nines for long niggas tec-nines for niggas
Never let a disrespect your flow
''cause you might be next to get it when collecting dough
But yo, the best target is one that moves
German 2's be kept tucked under daily news
shot counts with the nigga hired to hit on
You don't want an empty clip with more niggas to on
No and you get lit on, then you might wanna split man
But shit, man, that's all of being a hitman

(Conversation amateur hitman)

(Chorus)

three no's to a hitman:
No
No
No

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