Luyện nghe bài hát Killa Hill

"Esto no me gusta. Aqui la gente, la gente no sirve pa'
yo soy, yo soy Capitan Pingaloca. Y to' mundo 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 runnin for the
a few seconds to review the crews
Sittin on top is the Hill over you
Killa Niggas, cream in my dream
Cookin up a scheme for all big bank figures
The is yours, but it can be mine and his
Bust you out the frame, I don't give a who it is
one mission, opposition
Get thrown home in dead position
In the casket, best
At the bottom of the lake, with the fishes
out search for the body
Of the MC's who be comin to disrupt the
No wins, no ends, no way
That I'm gonna let ya come back again

Check my dramatics, get splattered, dreams shattered
Sabas get for words he packaged
the sequencecrab adolescents, on his defense
Power - U talkin fast like Puerto Ricans
you seekin, son I catch cream like Dominicans
Last Mohican, lyrics I'm speakin, wild as
Tomahawk - Shaolin slang, the violent
Upstate New York, where chumps get for Newports
What you

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

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

Words drop in chant, the cheeky - eyed
I'm takin cannabis plants yo for grant'
Exotic, narcotic, tunes soon
From a dune in the desert Mega - pleasure
Comin out the domepiece, my aroma
nomad, put you in a coma
Comma, llama, smash - crashin armor
Drama, I'm a, aircraft 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, credentials are
I see reality, few things me
Three like a spread, precise the lyric
Not frontin or braggin, hundred percent red
Pine lyrics, the rhymes you can't imagine
The globe - trotter, call me Meadowlark
part criminal, two part felon

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

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