Luyện nghe bài hát Hunta Killa

It's the hunta
Off of the 9
Wit my nap fulla pilla
Nigga worst than the thrilla and realla
Cause is real life (that's right)
I saw that nigga get his head off (by who? )
By the same that took his wife
You know I nutty stingin like syphillis
You can get liver split
By your own bictch wit this
Stay when I dip and ain't shit
I got amounts
Your ass'll count em when I'm shootin em your bitch's mouth
(cause this the) hunta killa a lot
And em shit shoes (wit the what? )
Wit the nine and watchin the bloody nut out everytime
And you know mine
When I com through
Wit the mk-1 and when done they lookin like sushi (raw!)
Wit the oozie I get the done
You it's like velcro or polygrip
I to the shit that make you nut up wit your dome split
I you to trip
And I'll be sittin right wit the casket
(you know!) you was at the wrong place at the right time then you got
(you hoe!) hunta in black mack-10 in the trunk with the slump
I'll hug you like
When I use it it be because I be off that juicy shit
Not use to it I'm to the siccness
Might flip this nigga shit
Them young g's they wanna to me
(but what) but don't need to be
I'll have hat quick
Wit no
Put you in the trunk wit the slump stickin em a cactus
And I'm on stackin grip
I to hit you wit the slug
No bitch ass nigga you know
hunta killa (that's realla)

Chorus: repeat

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 corner out for the one time
And these niggas from the othaside tryin to take
Keep the heat on my line
Make bullets chase and erase fake niggas
You can me the grave digga
go-getta all about the skrilla
Cap pilla known for in homes and gettin the goods
Cross the of the mastermind mothafucka I wish you would
Got niggas in hood and ready to go to war
I'm paid the way I should so what the fuck you hatin for
Waistin time bout mine you should be gettin yours
You den put yourself in deep shit
Now you hittin the floor I come through
Kickin your door like a predator
Spittin in metaphors
All you rap thinkin you the shit
My 10 years ahead of yours
And I'm for the top
Lyrics don't never
So fuck you talkin bout
I'm over shit and I'm settin up shop
Raisin niggas up out spot
All you bustas go
Now i'mma bust a bitch and let you
We can tear and war wit these hoes
Wit a tech 9 to your
It shit for me to run up in your home
Wit the chrome whateva the fuck I want then get gone
I was born to be a known as a balla shot calla
Leader of the
Ain't been no followa
Ain't been no busta
Dumpin on
neva been no sucka spillin information to the undacova
I only fuck wit ridas and realas thug drug dealas
All the skrilla cemetary fillas
hunta killa (that's reala)

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