Luyện nghe bài hát Kill Or Be Killed

in 1989 i was pushin dimes out the houses
to get my meal on
i got my on
i murdered 2 baseheads coz tried to tell on
the with the 3-5-7 chrome, my mind was gone
when i did dirt, i was
got on
got
i put my down, and we was down
in the summer time we made it all over town
200 Gs made still coming in
gotta connect the ill columbian
no matter who u trust u cannot win
always fun in the beginning but it's pain in the end
my homie got shot, on 7-mile
in daylight
at
i squeeze the AK
and fear i be next in line
for the body chalk
its down...

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Kill or be nigga
u ain't nigga
feel my nigga

it seems niggaz wanna me
out to arrest me
coz the streets child molest me
i emptied out the clip
now police got they hands of bullshit
its related
so hate it
i figure it was that nigga who i last the perokee
my homie in his cherokee
i saw that nigga at the drive through, so i pulled up to his bumper
and unloaded my
he had, his bitch and his in the car
but i didn't a fuck, automatically unloaded, all of they asses got struck
187 on my pistol bullets to throw
cop cars into the mcdonalds as i try to get away
they say we got the car surrounded, out with your hands up
at this point i give a fuck!
going down...

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