Luyện nghe bài hát Killaz On The Payroll

Welcome, little boys and girls, you
Niggaz was gonna come
this the mobb fool, uh

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

I fight to struggle God dont stop my hustle
My fam fight back like wild wit' out a muzzle
The was multiple I remember blood puddles
Landed in wit niggaz fallin' in doubles

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

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

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

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

Per pound spinach my niggaz in it an done, done it
So you come to smoke wit' our records
Nigga you who run it I gets blunted 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 nigga bossalini tells all the block cats
Got a hundred hidden in the stash, fast to

If its one thang nigga hate its niggaz swangin' like chimpanzees
Thats why its no exception to the 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 makin' up for pay loads
The bay knows its hustle-matic you drop
Stop lookin' bold the cuts, lookin' for cops

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Is the effects of being young black an poor?
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 steel sharpen
We warriors for the skrill wit' a whole lot of
An Im never gonna put my sword 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 killaz on the
An know when its time
To handle business lay low

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

I got killaz on the payroll
An they know its time
To handle nigga lay low
(Uh, you niggaz knowin')

Uh, uh, well, its that will
That real nigga, that fill niggaz wit hot
Combined l we doubled barreled guns
Mutha fuckaz best run 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 like you
Cant niggaz in yo crew what to do, I dont be drinkin' no brew
I do get high till I kiss the sky an up run this just Hindu

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

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

Comin' through in the ice truck on triple gold shoes
Fuck too trus vogues give the hoes blues choose to lose
Plus I puff indo, fool how could you
I do not be fuckin' broke bitches like 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 tryin' to step on my shoes you know who
That nigga got a perm dru

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

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

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

An get snatched up in a
'Cuz a bitch nigga like rupaul
You all you gonna make money dissin' my crew?
But only if you knew
You fuckin' wit these niggaz fool, uh

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

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