Luyện nghe bài hát Killa Hill

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

In the midst of the madness no question, who's the
MC's in the runnin for the status
a few seconds to review the crews
Sittin on top is the Hill lookin you
Killa Niggas, cream in my dream
up a scheme for all them 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 sent home in dead position
In the casket, wishes
At the bottom of the lake, with the fishes
Full out search for the
Of the who be comin 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 blasted for words he
Peep the adolescents, on his defense
Power - U niggaz fast like Puerto Ricans
What you seekin, son I cream like Dominicans
Last Mohican, I'm speakin, wild as Indians
- Shaolin slang, the violent talk
Upstate New York, chumps get extorted for Newports
you thought?

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

"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 persiga a mi a la 'singadapuerta'. Oye, puta
Quiero la cara!"

Words in chant, the cheeky - eyed slant
I'm takin these cannabis yo for grant'
Exotic, narcotic, slam soon
From a dune in the Mega - Babylon pleasure
out the domepiece, smell my aroma
Warrior nomad, put you in a
Comma, llama, - crashin your armor
Drama, I'm a, stealth bomber
Here is I dwell at the gates o' hell
It ain't where you're from it's where you're in the
And if not yo, credentials are
I see reality, few surroundin me
like a spread, precise strikes the lyric
Not frontin or braggin, hundred red dragon
Pine fragranced lyrics, the rhymes you imagine
The globe - trotter, call me Lemon
part criminal, two part felon

That I'm ever gonna let ya back again
That that that I'm ever let ya come back again
Ease or I squeeze up on the trigger
- That that I'm gonna let ya come back again
back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
- That I'm gonna let ya come back again
Ease back ease
Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the
- That I'm gonna let ya come back again
back 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 en nuestro pais. Y todos los 'singamasones'
Que singando un mundo. Tambien, van a ver la muerte
De ellos mismos, lo en las de ellos. Un dia, va a ser sangre
Mucha sangre. La de los cuerpos muertos, vas a oir
Que se va a hueler. Hasta los Unidos, estos cabrones
Que con la democracia, que nos 'tan singando en el
Todos son unos mismos