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 ahead and rip shit
I'm a around and clean that shit up)
get it

[Verse 1: Lil
Know a couple niggas that's down to for a homicide
it's drama time run up on a nigga with the llamas flyin
Leave his loved ones all
One-fifty I'm really 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
I hit the scene hoes go insane
Cause they a nigga got them racks with' me,
No velcro but the strap with' me let a 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 I don't even wear
In the game bitch I do my thang, hoes scream my name I ain't there
Lil Herb boy I doos this, leave bitch wetter than a pool pit
And I make bands like I make friends, some ray-bans on some cool shit
But now it's back to some killa shit, got wild hoes that'll drill a bitch
Yea it's no limit, years runnin', thirty years gunnin' and we still the shit
I run cause I stay 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 make his ass do forty
M-O-B I don't 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 feed off another man cause I understand 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' and fuck if I get her high
If I do the then my whip will fly, foriegn shit what a nigga ride
I ain't never 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 clap shit
Let the mac spit, we shit
Weezy in cut
With that nina that's black bitch
Rico wanna' get 'em, I'm like cause' man I got
Shootin' shit, shit
Four extended clip
be on that snitchin' shit
And know what snitches get, no limit shit, we with' the shits, I'm Focused on gettin' rich
M-O-B forget a bitch, after I hit the bitch
Like point me to the bitch, I be water-whippin' shit
Whip it, Jeff Gordon it
Hit it with' the fork, straight no shorts
Shooters on and off the court, shoot a nigga off his porch, a nigga to a corpse
Yea I'm bout that, up that loud pack
Catch me lackin'? I doubt that, cause I never without that
And real shit, got real hitters they 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
never gave me shit
Like "Bibby hop on remix"
"That's five hundred, no shit"
I'm hot
And I do shit for my block
I got thirty off in that Glock, have my 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 like a lot but I spit straight drop
So it's really not, my team eat, R-I-P to police
niggas don't speak, cop killers in the heat
Catch me in the streets, shout out to