Luyện nghe bài hát Kill Shit

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

[Verse 1: Lil
Know a couple niggas that's down to for a homicide
When it's drama run up on a nigga with the llamas flyin
Leave his loved all traumatized
One-fifty I'm really with' it, I'll drop his ass and forget it
I'm the man my side of town, might see a bitch 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 a nigga got them racks with' me,
No velcro but the strap with' me let a nigga act silly
I'm a let it off and then leave him there, ride off and don't care
Bitch I cash out 'till I 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 even
Lil Herb boy I doos this, leave your bitch wetter a pool pit
And I make bands like I make friends, bought some on some cool shit
But now it's back to killa shit, got some wild hoes that'll drill a bitch
Yea it's no limit, thirty years runnin', thirty gunnin' and we still the shit
I never run cause I stay to fight, I'll cook a nigga like and rice
And it's hella real in the battlefield, gotta pay the price
Hit a nigga the forty fifth, bet it make his ass do forty flips
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 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 yellow bitch in the passenger, she gon' suck and if I get her high
If I do the dash then my whip will fly, foriegn shit a nigga ride
I ain't never sneezin' let a nigga try, got the nine rutger on a nigga

2: Lil Bibby]
Lil Bibby, no yea
I'm all about that sack bitch, my young they clap shit
Let the mac spit, we whack
Weezy in cut
With that nina that black bitch
Rico wanna' get 'em, I'm cause' man I got this
shit, Hittin' shit
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 on gettin' rich
forget a bitch, right after I hit the bitch
Like point me to the bitch, I be water-whippin' shit
Whip it, Jeff whip it
Hit it with' the fork, drop no shorts
Shooters on and off the court, shoot a nigga off his porch, turn a to a corpse
Yea I'm bout that, rollin' up that pack
Catch me lackin'? I that, cause I never leave without that
And that's real shit, got real hitters they shit
You fuck around hit the kill switch, these hollow tips you this
And I'm get real rich cause my mama 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' and we ain't gon' stop
R-I-P Roc, catch a few opps, send a few shots might hit a few
Fuck a few
I need two mill, might seem like a lot but I straight drop
So it's really not, my team eat, R-I-P to police
Fake don't speak, cop killers in the heat
Catch me in the streets, out to broski