Luyện nghe bài hát Kill Shit

[Intro: Lil (Lil Bibby)]
Aye Bibby, let's kill shit broski. 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 niggas 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 it, I'll 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 on the track with me, one mistake and he clap fifty
When I hit the hoes go insane
Cause know a nigga got them racks with' me,
No velcro but the with' me let a nigga wanna act silly
I'm a let it off and then leave him there, off and don't even care
Bitch I cash out 'till I pass out, got a trues I don't even wear
In the game I do my thang, hoes scream my name I ain't even there
Lil Herb boy I doos this, leave your bitch than a pool pit
And I make bands like I make friends, bought ray-bans on some cool shit
But now it's to some killa 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, I'll cook a nigga 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 love a ho, I'm a be way 'til I'm forty six
Matter of fact 'til a nigga die, 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 bitch in the passenger, she gon' suck and fuck if I get her
If I do the then my whip will fly, foriegn shit what a nigga ride
I ain't never sneezin' let a nigga try, got the rutger on a nigga side

[Verse 2: Lil
Lil Bibby, no yea
I'm all about that sack bitch, my young niggas they shit
Let the mac spit, we shit
in that cut
With nina that's that black bitch
Rico wanna' get 'em, I'm like man I got this
shit, Hittin' shit
Four extended clip
Y'all be on snitchin' 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 point me to the kitchen bitch, I be water-whippin'
it, Jeff Gordon whip it
Hit it the fork, straight drop no shorts
Shooters on and off the court, shoot a nigga off his porch, turn a to a corpse
Yea I'm that, rollin' up that loud pack
Catch me lackin'? I doubt that, cause I never leave without
And that's real shit, got real they kill shit
You fuck hit the kill switch, these hollow tips you feel this
And I'm tryna get real cause my mama said I wouldn't be shit
Nobody never me shit
"Bibby hop on this remix"
"That's five hundred, no shit"
I'm hot
And I do shit for my block
I got thirty off in Glock, have my nina give you top
Bodies gon' drop and we ain't gon'
Roc, catch a few opps, send a few shots might hit a few blocks
Fuck a few
I two mill, might seem like a lot but I spit straight drop
So it's really not, my team gon' eat, R-I-P to
Fake niggas speak, cop killers in the heat
Catch me in the streets, out to broski