Luyện nghe bài hát Kill Shit

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

1: Lil Herb]
Know a couple niggas down 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 his ass and then forget it
I'm the man round my side of town, might see a bitch and I hit it
Lil Bibby on the track with me, one mistake and he clap
When I hit the hoes go insane
Cause they know a nigga got racks with' me,
No but the strap 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 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 I make friends, bought some ray-bans on some cool shit
But now it's back to some killa shit, got some wild hoes drill a bitch
Yea it's no limit, years runnin', thirty years gunnin' and we still the shit
I never run cause I stay to fight, I'll a nigga like steak and rice
And it's hella real in the battlefield, gangbang gotta pay the
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 'til a nigga cry
And I never feed off another man cause I understand how a lie
Never snitch on a nigga dry, yea that's how a die
Got a yellow bitch in the passenger, she gon' and fuck if I get her high
If I do the dash then my whip will fly, foriegn shit what a ride
I ain't never sneezin' let a try, got the nine rutger on a nigga side

[Verse 2: Lil
Lil Bibby, no yea
I'm all about that sack bitch, my young they clap shit
Let the mac spit, we whack
in that cut
With nina that's that black bitch
Rico wanna' get 'em, I'm like man I got this
Shootin' shit, Hittin'
Four extended 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
forget a bitch, right after I hit the bitch
Like me to the kitchen bitch, I be water-whippin' shit
it, Jeff Gordon whip it
Hit it with' the fork, straight no shorts
Shooters on and off the court, a nigga off his porch, turn a nigga to a corpse
Yea I'm bout that, rollin' up loud pack
Catch me lackin'? I doubt that, cause I never leave that
And that's real shit, got real hitters they shit
You fuck around hit the kill switch, hollow tips you feel this
And I'm tryna get real rich cause my mama I wouldn't be shit
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
Bodies gon' 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, seem like 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