Luyện nghe bài hát Kill Shit

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

[Verse 1: Lil
Know a couple niggas down to ride for a homicide
When it's drama run up on a nigga with the llamas flyin
Leave his loved ones all
One-fifty I'm really with' it, I'll his ass and then forget it
I'm the man my side of town, might 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 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, ride off and even care
I cash out 'till I pass out, got a couple 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 your 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 some wild hoes that'll drill a
Yea it's no limit, thirty years runnin', thirty years gunnin' and we still the
I never run cause I to fight, I'll cook 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 love a ho, I'm a be way 'til I'm forty six
Matter of fact 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 nigga dry, yea how a nigga die
Got a yellow bitch in the passenger, she gon' suck and if I get her high
If I do the dash my whip will fly, foriegn shit what a nigga 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 niggas they shit
Let the mac spit, we shit
Weezy in cut
that nina that's that black bitch
Rico wanna' get 'em, I'm like cause' man I got
Shootin' shit, Hittin'
Four extended clip
be on that snitchin' shit
And Y'all know 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 kitchen bitch, I be water-whippin'
Whip it, Gordon whip it
Hit it the fork, straight drop 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, I never leave without that
And that's real shit, got real they kill shit
You fuck around hit the kill switch, hollow tips you feel this
And I'm tryna get real cause my mama said I wouldn't be shit
Nobody never gave me
"Bibby hop on this remix"
"That's hundred, no free shit"
I'm hot
And I do shit for my block
I got off in that Glock, have my nina give you top
Bodies gon' drop and we gon' stop
R-I-P Roc, catch a few opps, send a few shots might hit a few
a few thots
I need two mill, might seem 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, out to broski