Luyện nghe bài hát Killaz On The Payroll

Welcome, little and girls, you thought
Niggaz was come weak?
Nigga this the fool, uh

I got some killaz on the
An know when its time
To handle nigga lay low

I fight to hopin' God dont stop my hustle
My fam back like wild dogs wit' out a muzzle
The shots was multiple I blood puddles
in sand wit niggaz fallin' in doubles

Baby couples I the strong kill the weak
dolla puzzles I done placed the last piece
Success is sweet I put it all back
Mass melted chambers guarded by barretas, uh

means 'fo the jewels they get they ass beat
Sweat in my sleep think they a way to blast me
Grossly mutha fuckaz to choke me
Sliced they throat in my eyes now slowly
Your oldie thats for takin' it P now left to play soley

Thats for fuckin' wit me listen in the streets its a respect
Cant tell the tune left ya non-taxin' mostly caine up
Got on my block most the nights I slept got awoke by shots
The inner city I could care less about your
Im bossin' ready to die come and get me

Well, you can label me an outlaw when madd turn to set it off
the 9 millimeter by the pistol grip an let it off
Like dustin' hoff killin' MCs off wit a
Blow the up an leave it smokin' when Im finished

Per pound spinach my niggaz been in it an done, it
So when you come to wit' our records
Nigga you know who run it I gets 168 hours a week
P tried to creep an got burnt from head to

But never sleep on the skillz
Of a thats out to make mills, uh
My phats bossalini tells all the block cats
Got a hidden in the stash, fast to blast

If its one thang nigga hate its niggaz swangin' like chimpanzees
why its no exception to the shit these niggaz hand me
20 years of struggle huddles an plans amount to millions bubble
Thats why we stacks tucked and cuddled

No matter my home my home is where Im hustlin'
Wit killaz on the payroll up for lost pay loads
The bay knows its till you drop
Stop lookin' bold the cuts, lookin' for cops

I kept on runnin' for three years too fuckin' long
And had to cope wit' everythang went wrong
I got the Lord in my life not religion
But the was a nigga had dreams an visions

Never listened to grown folks I did my own
So mutha fuckin' what if its the thang
Its only one rule I live by keep some killaz on the
Nigga an get yo shit

I got some killaz on the
An they know when its
To handle business lay low

Presentin' more urban tales of sales
An black mail, an black males, peelin' males
Thats why these California is symbolic to Baghdad
Its sad did my comrad bad smoked him wit' the mag

Now hes walkin' wit' a cane and wearin' a bag
My loc keep me got me sportin' this rag
Wit' tragedy added to agony
An frustration Farrah Kahn himself stop me

Retaliation his only climax was pay back
He let his wounds heal an got get back
An low track up wit the family shack
Fully strapped wit' a big faced stack

Only to get attacked for the sale he put in his work
He swore on the turf, put his ass hole in the
'Cuz a million soldier died and served in these circle street
Before the deaths of biggie and Tupac

Is this the effects of being black an poor?
Do we genetically have what it to endure?
Had killaz lookin' for him from to 5th wards
To the O A K 6-9 keeps it real 'cuz men sharpen men

Like steel steel
We warriors for the skrill wit' a whole lot of
An Im never gonna put down my an kill
'Cuz Im out here in these wit the focus of a drill

Yeah, mobbulation, affiliation
Run up squared and put

I got some killaz on the
An they know its time
To business nigga lay low

I got some on the payroll
An know when its time
To handle nigga lay low

I got some killaz on the
An they know when its
To handle business lay low
(Uh, you aint knowin')

Uh, uh, well, its that nigga
That real nigga, that fill niggaz wit hot
Combined wit' l we barreled guns
fuckaz best run fuckin' around wit' al-bum, num 2 so

Do not be fuckin' around wit' we and we wont around wit' you
I do wit' dru I do not be fuckin' wit' busta niggaz like you
Cant trust in yo crew what to do, I dont be drinkin' no brew
I do get high till I kiss the sky an straight up run this just

I do I go under and under like true
Shakin' these fleas and shoo-flys royalties from
Got niggaz tryin' to twist me screw drivers
But fuck what you claimin' we mack 10

Hoobangin', hooride so who
Nobody ever knew 'cuz true dont fuck wit' niggaz like you
Bumpin' yo gums 'bout who got ya feelin' the blues an I say
Grabbin' yo pumpkin' head like, ooh I been the ice cream man 92

Comin' through in the ice cream truck on triple shoes
too trus vogues give the hoes blues bitches choose to lose
Plus I indo, fool how could you refuse
I do not be fuckin' wit' broke bitches you

But only if you knew my
Id have you trains through the crew, I do
But since I got funk wit' no limit crew somethin' new
Niggaz been tryin' to on my shoes you know who
That nigga got a perm dru

Burn like two when he perform for you
I do kick it wit niggaz from frisco
Back to my niggaz from get low the RBL my nigga cool nut
Bump this in yo seven ride get a show and you about seven die

Mutha startin' to bribe but niggaz aint bumpin' no 4-tay
'Cuz he too busy bietch tryin' to some more yay, uh
Jose around the bay I he be funny lookin like g-money
Nigga puffin' heard you got married to a crack like

You need to get some get like mac mall
'Cuz it act like you rap at all
We havin' and swingin' on platinum balls
So dont get flat on your

An get up in a u-haul
'Cuz a bitch nigga like rupaul
You all think you gonna make dissin' my crew?
But if you knew nigga
You fuckin' wit these mobb fool, uh

I got killaz on the payroll
An they know its time
To handle nigga lay low

I got some killaz on the
An they know, an they