Luyện nghe bài hát Killa Hill

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

In the midst of the no question, who's the baddest
MC's in the runnin for the status
Take a few seconds to the crews
Sittin on top is the lookin over you
Hill Niggas, cream in my dream
Cookin up a scheme for all them big bank
The is yours, but it can be mine and his
Bust you out the frame, I give a fuck who it is
one mission, opposition
Get thrown sent 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 to disrupt the party
No wins, no ends, no way
That I'm ever let ya come back again

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

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

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

Words drop in chant, the cheeky - slant
I'm takin these cannabis plants yo for
Exotic, narcotic, slam 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 where you're from it's where you're in the
And if not yo, are essential
I see reality, few things me
like a spread, precise strikes the lyric
Not frontin or braggin, percent red dragon
fragranced lyrics, the rhymes you can't imagine
The globe - trotter, call me Lemon
Five criminal, two part felon

That I'm ever gonna let ya come again
That that I'm ever gonna let ya come back again
Ease back or I squeeze up on the
- 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 back again
back ease back
Ease back, back or I squeeze up on the trigger
- I'm ever gonna 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, cabrones
Que con la democracia, que nos 'tan singando en el
Todos son unos cabrones