Luyện nghe bài hát Kill Shit

[Intro: Lil (Lil Bibby)]
Aye Bibby, let's kill shit broski. wanna do?
(It's whatever man, just go on and rip that shit
I'm a come around and clean that up)
get it

[Verse 1: Lil
Know a couple niggas that's down to for a homicide
When drama time run up on a nigga with the llamas flyin
Leave his loved all traumatized
One-fifty I'm really with' it, drop his ass and then forget it
I'm the man round my side of town, might see a bitch and I hit it
Lil Bibby on the track with me, one and he clap fifty
When I hit the scene go insane
Cause they know a nigga got them with' me,
No but the strap with' me let a nigga wanna act silly
I'm a let it off and then leave him there, ride off and don't care
Bitch I cash out 'till I pass out, got a couple I don't even wear
In the game bitch I do my thang, hoes scream my name I ain't there
Lil Herb boy I doos this, your bitch wetter than a pool pit
And I make bands like I make friends, bought some ray-bans on some shit
But now it's to some killa shit, got some wild hoes that'll drill a bitch
Yea it's no limit, thirty years runnin', thirty gunnin' and we still the shit
I never run cause I to fight, I'll cook a nigga like steak and rice
And hella real in the battlefield, gangbang gotta pay the price
Hit a nigga the forty fifth, bet it make his ass do forty flips
M-O-B I don't love a ho, I'm a be way 'til I'm forty six
Matter of fact a nigga die, smoke kush blunts 'til a nigga cry
And I never feed off man cause I understand how a nigga lie
snitch on a nigga dry, yea that's how a nigga die
Got a yellow bitch in the passenger, she gon' suck and fuck if I get her
If I do the dash then my whip will fly, foriegn shit a nigga ride
I never sneezin' let a nigga try, got the nine rutger on a nigga side

[Verse 2: Lil
Lil Bibby, no yea
I'm all about that bitch, my young niggas they clap shit
Let the mac spit, we whack
in that cut
With that nina that black bitch
Rico wanna' get 'em, I'm like man I got this
shit, Hittin' shit
Four five clip
Y'all be on snitchin' shit
And Y'all know what snitches get, no limit shit, we the shits, I'm Focused on gettin' rich
forget a bitch, right after I hit the bitch
Like point me to the kitchen bitch, I be water-whippin'
Whip it, Jeff Gordon it
Hit it with' the fork, straight drop no
Shooters on and off the court, shoot a nigga off his porch, turn a nigga to a
Yea I'm bout that, rollin' up that pack
Catch me lackin'? I doubt that, I never leave without that
And that's real shit, got real hitters kill shit
You fuck around hit the switch, these hollow tips you feel this
And I'm tryna get real cause my mama said I wouldn't be shit
Nobody gave me shit
"Bibby hop on this remix"
"That's hundred, no free shit"
I'm hot
And I do this shit for my
I got thirty off in that Glock, have my give you top
Bodies gon' drop and we ain't stop
R-I-P Roc, catch a few opps, a few shots might hit a few blocks
a few thots
I need two mill, might like a lot but I spit straight drop
So it's really not, my gon' eat, R-I-P to police
niggas don't speak, cop killers in the heat
Catch me in the streets, shout out to