Luyện nghe bài hát I Kill People

Ayy, poppin'?
You how the fuck we bleed, man
We get money and people, man
You me, man?
We rap beef, man
We slide, man, we people, man
Bomin' Obama do and trap for the gunner too, man
I only speak facts and count racks, man, and packs, man
get it
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Shawty know I kill people, real
From the trenches where it's real lethal, tote real
Big body, what's your boy? Ill boy
Nigga to find his chill boy, yeah
Shawty know I kill people, real
From the trenches where it's lethal, tote real regals
Big body, what's your boy? Ill boy
need to find his chill boy
Foenem tweaking, we gon' show his ass for boy, yeah
Foenem tweaking, I'ma him up, yeah
tweaking, I'ma buss him up, yeah
Foenem tweaking, I'ma him up
Tote illegal
Hit your block them guys, hop out, kill people
Got a Glock four-five, and it's lethal (let's get it)
Bitch, you know we fry, we kill people (bang bang)
Bitch, I'm with the gang, we catch a gang (gang gang)
Bitch, we gang bang off in the man (bang)
Catch a nigga lackin', it's a man
Pop him in the noggin, leave him man
Hit your block, we gon' swerve (skrt skrt)
In the trap, I'm posted with the birds, (skrt skrt)
I don't rap beef, what's the words, (huh?)
Niggas dissin', let me heard (bang bang)
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Shawty know I kill people, people
From the trenches it's real lethal, tote real regals
Big body, your build boy? Ill boy
Nigga to find his chill boy, yeah
Shawty I kill people, real people
From the where it's real lethal, tote real regals
Big body, what's your boy? Ill boy
Nigga need to find his boy
Foenem tweaking, we gon' show his ass for boy, yeah
Foenem tweaking, I'ma buss him up,
Foenem tweaking, I'ma him up, yeah
tweaking, I'ma buss him up
Everyone side for lil bro, Ice Age all of my clothes
How I ball, you I went pro, I'm in the hood, Brisco
She show me her thong, Sisqó, high and ready to go
I'm hungrier a hippo, Aim FN, how I get low
Got a new scope and it got zoom, and I'm in that
Baby, I know you smell fume
Just get down, you that boom
In the back of the 'Bach, and this got room
Magazine got colored shells, half green, blue
Smoking on that cook', bring me a pot
All diamonds, I don't get hot
Young really from them blocks
Ayy pussy, here we come, if you or not
On probation but I tote Glocks, through court, smellin like pot
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Shawty know I kill people, people
From the trenches where it's real lethal, tote regals
Big body, what's your boy? Ill boy
Nigga to find his chill boy, yeah
Shawty know I kill people, people
From the trenches it's real lethal, tote real regals
Big body, what's your boy? Ill boy
Nigga need to find his boy
Foenem tweaking, we gon' show his ass for boy, yeah
Foenem tweaking, I'ma him up, yeah
tweaking, I'ma buss him up, yeah
Foenem tweaking, I'ma him up