Luyện nghe bài hát Hunta Killa

It's the killa
Off of the 9
Wit my nap sack pilla
Nigga than the movie thrilla and realla
Cause is real life (that's right)
I saw that nigga get his tore off (by who? )
By the same nigga that took his
You know I come nutty like syphillis
You can get your split
By your own fuckin wit this
Stay drunk when I dip and ain't
I got amounts
Your ass'll count em when I'm em down your bitch's mouth
(cause this the) hunta deal a lot
And fuckin em shoes (wit the what? )
Wit the nine and watchin the bloody nut come out
And you know it's
I com through loomin
Wit the mk-1 and when they done they like sushi (raw!)
Wit the oozie I get the done
You know it's velcro or polygrip
I stick to the shit that you nut up wit your dome split
I want you to
And be sittin right there wit the casket
(you know!) you was at the place at the right time then you got blasted
(you hoe!) hunta killa in black mack-10 in the trunk with the
I'll hug you mama
When I use it it gotta be because I be off that shit
Not use to it I'm addicted to the
Might flip this nigga shit
Them young g's they wanna to me
(but what) but they don't to be
I'll have hat quick
Wit no
Put you in the trunk wit the stickin em like a cactus
And I'm on stackin grip
I to hit you wit the slug
No love ass nigga you know
hunta killa (that's realla)

Chorus: 3x's

Put you in tape and leave you sinkin in the river
(hunta killa! killa!)

Put you in duct! put you in tape!

Spent most of my on the grind
In the bucket wit a loaded nine
On the lookin' out for the one time
And these from the othaside tryin to take mine
the heat on my waist line
Make bullets chase niggas and erase fake
You can call me the digga
go-getta all about the skrilla
Cap pilla known for breakin in and gettin the goods
Cross the line of the mothafucka I wish you would
Got niggas in every and ready to go to war
I'm gettin paid the way I should so what the fuck you for
Waistin time thinkin bout mine you should be yours
You den put yourself in deep shit
Now you hittin the floor when I through
Kickin down your door like a
Spittin in metaphors
All you rap cats you the shit
My 10 years ahead of yours
And I'm for the top
Lyrics don't stop
So fuck whateva you bout
I'm over shit and I'm settin up shop
Raisin niggas up out spot
All you bustas go
Now i'mma a bitch and let you know
We can tear and war wit these scary
Wit a 9 to your dome
It shit for me to run up in your home
Wit the chrome take whateva the fuck I want then get
I was born to be a rida as a balla shot calla
of the pack
Ain't neva no followa
Ain't neva no busta
on mothafuckas
Ain't neva been no spillin information to the undacova
I only fuck wit ridas and realas thug niggas dealas
All about the skrilla cemetary
hunta killa (that's reala)

Chorus