Luyện nghe bài hát Kill Shit

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

[Verse 1: Lil
Know a couple niggas that's to ride for a homicide
When it's drama time run up on a nigga the llamas flyin
Leave his ones 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 me, one mistake and he clap fifty
When I hit the hoes go insane
Cause they know a nigga got them racks me,
No velcro but the strap with' me let a nigga 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 trues I don't 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 wetter than a pit
And I make bands like I make friends, bought some ray-bans on some cool
But now it's back to some killa shit, got some wild hoes that'll 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 flips
M-O-B I don't a ho, I'm a be this way 'til I'm forty six
Matter of 'til a nigga die, smoke kush blunts 'til a nigga cry
And I never feed off another man I understand how a nigga lie
Never snitch on a dry, yea that's how a nigga die
Got a bitch in the passenger, she gon' suck 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 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 whack
in that cut
With that nina that's that black
Rico get 'em, I'm like cause' man I got this
Shootin' shit, Hittin'
Four five extended
Y'all be on that snitchin'
And Y'all know what snitches get, no limit shit, we with' the shits, I'm Focused on rich
forget a bitch, right after I hit the bitch
Like point me to the kitchen bitch, I be water-whippin'
Whip it, Gordon whip 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 that, cause I never leave without that
And that's real shit, got real hitters kill shit
You around hit the kill switch, these hollow tips you feel this
And I'm tryna get real rich cause my said I wouldn't be shit
Nobody never gave me
"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 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 shots hit a few blocks
a few thots
I need two mill, might seem a lot but I spit straight drop
So it's really not, my gon' eat, R-I-P to police
Fake don't speak, cop killers in the heat
me in the streets, shout out to broski