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 on the payroll
An they know its time
To handle business lay low

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

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

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

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

Well, you can label me an outlaw when madd maxx to set it off
the 9 millimeter by the pistol grip an let it off
Like dustin' 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 when you come to smoke our records
Nigga you know who run it I gets blunted 168 a week
P tried to creep an got from head to feet

But sleep on the vocabulary 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 this nigga hate its niggaz like chimpanzees
Thats why its no exception to the these niggaz hand me
20 years of struggle huddles an plans amount to millions bubble
why we keep stacks tucked and cuddled

No matter my home nigga my home is Im hustlin'
Wit on the payroll makin' 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 years too mutha fuckin' long
And had to cope wit' that went wrong
I got the Lord in my life not 'cuz
But the fact was a had dreams an visions

listened to grown folks 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 handle nigga lay low

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

Now hes walkin' wit' a and wearin' a shit bag
My loc keep me got me sportin' this rag
Wit' this tragedy to agony
An frustration Farrah himself couldnt 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 Benjamin big faced

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

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

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

Yeah, mobbulation, affiliation
Run up squared and put

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 its time
To handle nigga lay low

I got killaz on the payroll
An they when its time
To business nigga lay low
(Uh, you aint knowin')

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

Do not be fuckin' around wit' we and we wont fuck wit' you
I do hang wit' dru I do not be fuckin' wit' busta niggaz you
Cant trust niggaz in yo crew what to do, I dont be drinkin' no
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 fleas and shoo-flys royalties noo-trybe
Got niggaz tryin' to me like screw drivers
But what you claimin' we aint mack 10

Hoobangin', hooride so who
ever knew 'cuz true killaz dont fuck wit' niggaz like you
Bumpin' yo gums 'bout who got ya feelin' the drunk an I say
Grabbin' yo pumpkin' head like, ooh I been the ice cream man 92

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

But if you knew my gang
Id have you running through the crew, I do
But since I got funk that no limit crew somethin' new
been tryin' to step on my shoes you know who
That got a perm 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 nigga cool nut
Bump this in yo seven get a show and bring you about seven die

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

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

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 nigga
You fuckin' wit these niggaz fool, uh

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

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