Luyện nghe bài hát Killa Kali

Good
to channel 187 Murder 1 News
Tonight we focus on the city of in the state of California
five black men were found dead at the water front
From various gunshot
This brings the rate in the state of California
To one of the in the nation
And is now to you as Killa Kali

The state of niggas call it Killa Kali
Murder weapons in the bodies found in the alleys
Bring the yellow tape, bags gettin' zipped up
Heads blown off wit', insides ripped up
Mobile phones flipped up, factors callin'
Bitch made niggas, it's real niggas on the block
'Cuz hood got a trigga happy nigga
That don't a fuck about puttin' two in your liver
But how you figure you can do dirt and clean

Niggas like that get pronounced on the scene
Ain't no winnin' teams 'cuz everybody taken losses in they
on they niggas, man, I wish I could
Bring back the homies I lost up in that funk season
Gotta myself or let that alcohol be the reason
So I just poor a liquor on the concrete
For my dead homies and the ones who ain't see the streets
Locked up the rest of the locs

But whatever the my folks are walkin' the yard
Or gettin' they guts, some tryin' to it home but I think
They safer in that pin 'cuz niggas on gin be lettin' them 10's
Bust 32 and niggas who ain't in it gettin' shot by
Standards on the block, smokin' bomb, fools given up they cell
Gettin' sideways them T-shirts, soakin' wet
is a must
So now you know them niggas you was funkin'
be at yo do so, keep yo hand on yo nina in the valley
Or get dumped in the alley, around in Killa Kali

Mothers on they
Wit' in they eyes, why?
('Cuz Killa Kali is the of the drive by)

Mothers on knees
Wit' tears in eyes, why?
('Cuz Killa is the state of the drive by)

It's Killa Kali, Killa Kali

It's Killa Kali, it's Killa
Buck,

It's Killa Kali, it's Kali

It's Killa Kali, it's Kali
Buck,

The killin's on, ain't safe when you at home
Whatever dirt you do gone follow you until you
So ya chrome and handle your own
'Cuz potnas to run
Walked in the party 10 deep and only wit' one
Real nigga on your team but you how it is
Can't even trust them niggas that you since you was kids
It ain't no thang, I let them have it to

Bitch up and I switch up on that ass before I you
And fools better them hoes in they mix
Seen them choosen and you bid on set up for a
Six ditch with your family in front of you
So many niggas slip, how they slide a bitch up under you
I wonder whose the next nigga to catch a bullet for sex
Thought you was cock they chopped you
With them tecs nigga, I the game is on its last leg

Trigga happy niggas wit' no heart, it ain't no to be
For your 'cuz out here they quick to take they own
Snortin' Peruvian on Hennessey you know they gone
Can't tell a nigga in the 9-5
All about they scrilla doin' niggas in on the
Bellin' through yo hood buckin' fools
Gettin' caught, slippin' with they pants down
with one eye open in the valley
'Cuz everything you get smoked up in killa kali

on they knees
Wit' in they eyes, why?
('Cuz Kali is the state of the drive by)

on they knees
Wit' tears in they eyes,
('Cuz Killa is the state of the drive by)

It's Kali, it's Killa Kali

It's Killa Kali, it's Killa
Buck,

It's Killa Kali, it's Kali

It's Kali, it's Killa Kali
Buck,

California niggas be on fools
Jackin' mutherfuckers for them
And leave that ol' school sittin' on with yo in the dash
Two in the back of yo head, rip yo pockets of laugh
Then you got them fools on the track out glocks
Pistol whippin' niggas till drop
Reach in they draws and take rocks
They money, rings and they chains

Without a skimask on but complain
all in the game
Follow one of them to they residence
Tyin' niggas up, lookin' for dead presidents
for the money
You know the scratch but now we call it
It turned them Kali niggas into straight
Set trippin' on a basis

Vietnam ain't shit on what a nigga in the faces
case, cop into a lesser charge
Three strikes hit you that L
Lock bars, bellin' wit' a strap
Punks seem like waitin'
To catch a nigga or get killed over conversation

wit' bitch will get you killed quick
Niggas let they mow down they homies on the real beitch
Fools come to thinkin' club med
Caught up in the cross fire when them bump heads
Keep yo hand on ya nina in the
Or everything you love'll get smoked up in Kali

Mothers on knees
tears in they eyes, why?
('Cuz Killa is the state of the drive by)

Mothers on they
Wit' tears in eyes, why?
('Cuz Killa is the state of the drive by)