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 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 I want his DOG dead...

(Verse 1)
Sonny pat me down sat me down said at me now
'Kirk no around I want you to clap this clown
If you fuck up then you fucked, best not to
you fucked then what? FUCK! You think you tough?'
Chill! I need two's to bust, save the
And all that hostility, stop grilling me, you me, feelin' me?
Guess not...who you want "Vinnie." How much bread?
Shook his head fed and called his man "Yo Fred!"
Fred said, "FUCK you!" Oh fuck me?
As long as of you touch 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 when you back!"
that? Whatchu say? Nah you didn't say that
Laid back snatched the gat 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 shot Sonny is his [Ahhhh!!]
Blew brains then skipped in a Towncar brown car
Vinnie said, "What? No How'd it go down, par'?"
"Like quicksand." "Damn, your thirty-six grand.
Lemme your 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, blend in with the while we cockin' this
But sudden moves will make yourself obvious
Gimmie a price that I like, sound good I might
Take the life of whoever never could do it better
Remember no kids and double for
Pass the bills, pictures, and details and 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 they was it up
He was supposed to be it up, but he was snortin' it up
So they me to his house in a '98 Blazer
Under my toungue, razor, gun pager with the
out with all black on feeling no love
With the untouched slugs, black with the gloves
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 shirt with the hat holding parico
Yo chico! Where's the of the kilos, we know you got 'em
Red dot him, spot him on his head, shot him
His girl behind him sobbing 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 you where the Coca 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 academy
Number one: never ever point a gat at me
FUCK if it's unloaded, this man's health
Bust me by mistake I'll kill you my DAMN
Now hold it to the side firm, squeeze 'till squirm
Use nines for niggas tec-nines for strong niggas
Never let a contract your flow
''cause you might be to get it when collecting your dough
But yo, the best is one that barely moves
German 2's be kept tucked under daily news
Every counts with the nigga hired to hit on
You don't want an 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 part of being a

(Conversation amateur hitman)

(Chorus)

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

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