Luyện nghe bài hát Kill Shit

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

[Verse 1: Lil
Know a couple niggas that's to ride for a homicide
When it's drama time run up on a with the llamas flyin
Leave his loved all traumatized
One-fifty I'm really with' it, I'll drop his ass and then it
I'm the man round my side of town, might see a and forget I hit it
Lil Bibby on the track with me, one mistake and he fifty
When I hit the scene go insane
Cause they know a nigga got them racks 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 even
I cash out 'till I pass out, got a couple trues I don't even wear
In the bitch I do my thang, hoes scream my name I ain't even there
Lil boy I doos this, leave your bitch wetter than a pool pit
And I bands like I make friends, bought some ray-bans on some cool shit
But now it's back to some killa shit, got some hoes that'll drill a bitch
Yea it's no limit, thirty years runnin', thirty years gunnin' and we still the
I never run cause I stay to fight, I'll cook a nigga like steak and
And it's hella in the battlefield, gangbang gotta pay the price
Hit a with the forty 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 a nigga die, smoke kush blunts 'til a nigga cry
And I never feed off man cause I understand how a nigga lie
Never snitch on a nigga dry, yea how a nigga die
Got a yellow bitch in the passenger, she gon' suck and 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 side

2: Lil Bibby]
Lil Bibby, no yea
I'm all about that bitch, my young niggas they clap shit
Let the mac spit, we whack
Weezy in cut
With that nina that's black bitch
Rico wanna' get 'em, I'm cause' man I got this
Shootin' shit, shit
Four five clip
Y'all be on that shit
And Y'all know what snitches get, no limit shit, we the shits, I'm Focused on gettin' rich
M-O-B forget a bitch, right I hit the bitch
point me to the kitchen bitch, I be water-whippin' shit
Whip it, Gordon whip it
Hit it with' the fork, straight drop no
Shooters on and off the court, shoot a nigga off his porch, a nigga to a corpse
Yea I'm bout that, rollin' up that pack
Catch me lackin'? I that, cause I never leave without that
And that's real shit, got real hitters they kill
You fuck around hit the kill switch, these hollow you feel this
And I'm tryna get real rich my mama said I wouldn't be shit
Nobody gave me shit
Like "Bibby hop on remix"
"That's five hundred, no shit"
I'm hot
And I do this for my block
I got off in that Glock, have my nina give you top
gon' drop 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, might seem a lot but I spit straight drop
So it's really not, my team gon' eat, to police
Fake niggas speak, cop killers in the heat
me in the streets, shout out to broski