Luyện nghe bài hát Kill Shit

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

[Verse 1: Lil
a couple niggas that's down to ride for a homicide
When it's drama time run up on a nigga with the flyin
his loved ones all traumatized
One-fifty I'm with' it, I'll 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 me, one mistake and he clap fifty
I hit the scene hoes go insane
Cause they know a got them racks with' me,
No velcro but the strap with' me let a wanna act silly
I'm a let it off and then leave him there, ride off and don't even
Bitch I cash out 'till I pass out, got a couple trues I don't even
In the game bitch I do my thang, hoes scream my name I ain't even
Lil boy I doos this, leave your bitch wetter than a pool pit
And I make like I make friends, bought some ray-bans on some cool shit
But now back 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 stay to fight, I'll cook a like steak and rice
And it's hella real in the battlefield, gangbang pay the price
Hit a nigga with the fifth, bet it make his ass do forty flips
M-O-B I love a ho, I'm a be this way 'til I'm forty six
Matter of fact 'til a die, smoke kush blunts 'til a nigga cry
And I feed off another man cause I understand how a nigga lie
Never snitch on a nigga dry, yea how a nigga die
Got a yellow in the passenger, she gon' suck and fuck if I get her high
If I do the dash my whip will fly, foriegn shit what a nigga ride
I ain't never sneezin' let a nigga try, got the nine rutger on a nigga

2: Lil Bibby]
Lil Bibby, no yea
I'm all that sack bitch, my young niggas they clap shit
Let the mac spit, we whack
in that cut
With nina that's that black bitch
Rico get 'em, I'm like cause' man I got this
Shootin' shit, Hittin'
five extended clip
Y'all be on that shit
And Y'all know what snitches get, no limit shit, we with' the shits, I'm Focused on rich
M-O-B forget a bitch, right I hit the bitch
Like me to the kitchen bitch, I be water-whippin' shit
Whip it, Gordon whip it
Hit it with' the fork, drop no shorts
on and off the court, shoot a nigga off his porch, turn a nigga to a corpse
Yea I'm bout that, rollin' up that loud
Catch me lackin'? I doubt that, cause I never without that
And that's real shit, got real they kill shit
You fuck around hit the kill switch, these tips you feel this
And I'm tryna get real rich my mama said I wouldn't be shit
Nobody never me shit
"Bibby hop on this remix"
"That's hundred, no free shit"
I'm hot
And I do shit for my block
I got off in that Glock, have my nina give you top
Bodies gon' and we ain't gon' stop
R-I-P Roc, catch a few opps, send a few shots 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 team gon' eat, R-I-P to
Fake niggas don't speak, cop in the heat
Catch me in the streets, shout out to