Luyện nghe bài hát Killa Hill

"Esto no me gusta. la gente, la gente no sirve pa' mierda
Aqui yo soy, yo soy Capitan Pingaloca. Y to' aqui
Me sirve a mi o va pa'l carajo. Oye compadre!"

In the midst of the madness no question, who's the
MC's in the game for the status
Take a few seconds to review the
Sittin on top is the Hill over you
Hill Niggas, cream in my dream
Cookin up a scheme for all big bank figures
The world is yours, but it can be and his
Bust you out the frame, I give a fuck who it is
Number one mission,
Get thrown home in dead position
In the casket, best
At the bottom of the lake, sleepin the fishes
Full out for the body
Of the MC's who be comin to the party
No wins, no ends, no way
I'm ever gonna let ya come back again

Check my dramatics, brains get splattered, dreams
get blasted for words he packaged
Peep the sequencecrab adolescents, on his
Power - U niggaz talkin fast like Ricans
you seekin, son I catch cream like Dominicans
Last Mohican, lyrics I'm speakin, as Indians
Tomahawk - Shaolin slang, the talk
Upstate New York, where get extorted for Newports
you thought?

Ease back, ease back or I up on the trigger
- I'm ever gonna let ya come back again
That that that I'm gonna let ya come back again
Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the
- That I'm ever gonna let ya come again
Ease back, ease
back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
- That I'm gonna let ya come back again

"Y ya esta dicho. Todos los que no les guste mi van a morir
Yo le voy a meter una a la cabeza a cualquier maricon
Que no me persiga a mi a la 'singadapuerta'. Oye, puta
Quiero la cara!"

drop in chant, the cheeky - eyed slant
I'm takin these plants yo for grant'
Exotic, narcotic, slam soon
From a dune in the desert - Babylon pleasure
Comin out the domepiece, my aroma
Warrior nomad, put you in a
Comma, llama, smash - crashin armor
Drama, I'm a, stealth bomber
Here is where I at the gates o' hell
It ain't you're from it's where you're in the mentals
And if not yo, are essential
I see reality, few things me
Three like a spread, strikes the lyric
Not frontin or braggin, hundred percent red
fragranced lyrics, the rhymes you can't imagine
The - trotter, call me Meadowlark Lemon
Five part criminal, two part

That I'm ever let ya come back again
That that I'm ever gonna let ya come back again
Ease back or I up on the trigger
- That that I'm ever gonna let ya come again
Ease back, ease or I squeeze up on the trigger
- That I'm ever gonna let ya come back
Ease back ease
Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the
- That I'm ever let ya come back again
Ease or I squeeze up on the trigger

"Esta dicho! Aqui, la revelacion! No se la ve por
los maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo
Va a ser aqui en pais. Y todos los 'singamasones'
Que singando un mundo. Tambien, van a ver la muerte
De mismos, lo en las manos de ellos. Un dia, va a ser sangre
sangre. La peste de los cuerpos muertos, vas a oir
Que se va a hueler. Hasta los Estados Unidos, estos
Que con la democracia, que nos 'tan en el culo
Todos son unos mismos