Luyện nghe bài hát Kill Shit

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

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

2: Lil Bibby]
Lil Bibby, no yea
I'm all that sack bitch, my young niggas they clap shit
Let the mac spit, we shit
Weezy in cut
With nina that's that black bitch
Rico wanna' get 'em, I'm like cause' man I got
Shootin' shit, shit
five extended clip
Y'all be on snitchin' shit
And Y'all know snitches get, no limit shit, we with' the shits, I'm Focused on gettin' rich
M-O-B forget a bitch, right after I hit the
Like point me to the kitchen bitch, I be shit
Whip it, Jeff whip it
Hit it with' the fork, drop no shorts
Shooters on and off the court, shoot a off his porch, turn a nigga to a corpse
Yea I'm that, rollin' up that loud pack
Catch me lackin'? I that, cause I never leave without that
And that's real shit, got real hitters kill shit
You around hit the kill switch, these hollow tips you feel this
And I'm tryna get real rich cause my mama said I wouldn't be
Nobody never me shit
"Bibby hop on this remix"
"That's hundred, no free shit"
I'm hot
And I do this for my block
I got thirty off in that Glock, have my nina you top
Bodies gon' drop and we ain't stop
R-I-P Roc, a few opps, send a few shots might hit a few blocks
Fuck a few
I need two mill, seem 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