Luyện nghe bài hát Kill Shit

[Intro: Lil (Lil Bibby)]
Aye Bibby, let's kill broski. Whatchu wanna do?
(It's whatever man, go on ahead 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 ride for a
it's drama time run up on a nigga with the llamas flyin
Leave his loved ones all
One-fifty I'm with' it, I'll drop his ass and then forget it
I'm the man round my side of town, see a bitch and forget I hit it
Lil Bibby on the track with me, one mistake and he fifty
When I hit the hoes go insane
Cause know a nigga got them racks with' me,
No velcro but the strap with' me let a nigga wanna act
I'm a let it off and then leave him there, ride off and don't care
Bitch I cash out I pass out, got a couple trues I don't 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 your bitch wetter than a pit
And I bands like I make friends, bought some ray-bans on some cool shit
But now it's back to some shit, got some wild 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, cook a nigga like steak and rice
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
I don't love a ho, I'm a be this way 'til I'm forty six
Matter of fact 'til a nigga die, smoke kush 'til a nigga cry
And I never feed off another man cause I how a nigga lie
snitch on a nigga dry, yea that's 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 sneezin' let a nigga try, got the nine rutger on a nigga side

2: Lil Bibby]
Lil Bibby, no yea
I'm all about that sack bitch, my young niggas they shit
Let the mac spit, we whack
in that cut
With that nina that's that bitch
Rico wanna' get 'em, I'm cause' man I got this
Shootin' shit, Hittin'
Four five 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 after I hit the
Like point me to the kitchen bitch, I be water-whippin'
Whip it, Jeff whip it
Hit it with' the fork, straight no shorts
Shooters on and off the court, shoot a nigga off his porch, turn a nigga to a
Yea I'm bout that, rollin' up loud pack
me lackin'? I doubt that, cause I never leave without that
And that's real shit, got real hitters kill shit
You fuck around hit the kill switch, these hollow tips you this
And I'm tryna get real rich cause my mama said I wouldn't be
Nobody never gave me
"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 gon' stop
R-I-P Roc, catch a few opps, send a few might hit a few blocks
Fuck a few
I need two mill, might like a lot but I spit straight drop
So it's not, my team gon' eat, R-I-P to police
Fake don't speak, cop killers in the heat
Catch me in the streets, out to broski