Luyện nghe bài hát Kill Shit

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

[Verse 1: Lil
Know a couple that's down to ride for a homicide
it's 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 and forget I hit it
Lil Bibby on the track with me, one mistake and he fifty
When I hit the hoes go insane
they know a nigga got them racks with' me,
No but the strap with' me let a nigga wanna act silly
I'm a let it off and then him there, ride off and don't even care
Bitch I cash out 'till I pass out, got a couple trues I don't wear
In the game 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 make bands I make friends, bought some ray-bans on some cool shit
But now it's back to some killa shit, got some wild hoes that'll drill a
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 it's hella in the battlefield, gangbang gotta pay the price
Hit a nigga with the forty fifth, bet it 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 nigga die, smoke kush blunts 'til a cry
And I never feed off another man cause I understand how a lie
Never snitch on a nigga dry, yea 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 fly, foriegn shit what a nigga ride
I ain't never sneezin' let a nigga try, got the nine on a nigga side

[Verse 2: Lil
Lil Bibby, no yea
I'm all that sack bitch, my young niggas they clap shit
Let the mac spit, we shit
in that cut
With that nina that black bitch
Rico wanna' get 'em, I'm like cause' man I got
Shootin' shit, Hittin'
Four extended 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
M-O-B forget a bitch, after I hit the bitch
Like me to the kitchen bitch, I be water-whippin' shit
it, Jeff Gordon whip it
Hit it the fork, straight 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 loud pack
Catch me lackin'? I that, cause I never leave without that
And that's real shit, got real hitters they kill
You around hit the kill switch, these hollow tips you feel this
And I'm tryna get real rich cause my mama I wouldn't be shit
Nobody never gave me
Like "Bibby hop on remix"
"That's hundred, no free shit"
I'm hot
And I do this shit for my
I got thirty off in that Glock, my nina give you top
gon' drop and we ain't gon' stop
R-I-P Roc, a few opps, send a few shots might hit a few blocks
Fuck a few
I need two mill, might seem like a lot but I spit drop
So really not, my team gon' eat, R-I-P to police
Fake don't speak, cop killers in the heat
Catch me in the streets, shout out to