Luyện nghe bài hát Killaz On The Payroll

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

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

I fight to struggle hopin' God dont stop my
My fam fight back wild dogs wit' out a muzzle
The shots was I remember blood puddles
Landed in sand wit niggaz in doubles

Baby I mean the strong kill the weak
Million puzzles I done placed the last piece
Success is sweet I put it all together
Mass melted chambers strictly by barretas, uh

Cash means 'fo the jewels they get they ass
Sweat in my sleep they found a way to blast me
Grossly mutha fuckaz tried to me
they throat look in my eyes now slowly
Your oldie for takin' it P now whats left to play soley

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I got killaz on the payroll
An they when its time
To business nigga lay low

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

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

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

Only to get lookin' for the sale he put in his work
He on the turf, put his ass hole in the dirt
'Cuz a million soldier died and served in circle street wars
Before the deaths of and Tupac Shakur

Is this the effects of being young black an
Do we genetically have what it takes to
Had killaz lookin' for him Crenshaw to 5th wards
To the O A K 6-9 will keeps it 'cuz men sharpen men

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

Yeah, straight mobbulation,
Run up and put down

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

I got some on the payroll
An they when its time
To handle business lay low

I got some killaz on the
An know when its time
To business nigga lay low
(Uh, you niggaz knowin')

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

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

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

Hoobangin', hooride so who
Nobody ever 'cuz true killaz 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 on triple gold shoes
Fuck too trus give the hoes blues bitches choose to lose
Plus I puff indo, how could you refuse
I do not be fuckin' wit' broke like you

But only if you my gang
Id you running trains through the crew, I do
But since I got funk wit' that no limit crew new
Niggaz been tryin' to step on my you know who
That nigga got a like dru

Burn like two remmies when he for you
I do kick it wit real niggaz frisco
Back to my niggaz from get low the RBL my cool nut 11/5
Bump this in yo seven ride get a and bring you about seven die

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

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

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

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

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