Luyện nghe bài hát Killaz On The Payroll

Welcome, boys and girls, you thought
Niggaz was come weak?
Nigga the mobb fool, uh

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

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

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

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

Thats for fuckin' wit me listen in the streets its a thang
tell the tune left ya non-taxin' mostly caine brought up
Got sold on my block most the nights I got awoke by shots
The city I could care less about your pitty
Im bossin' ready to die come 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
the microphone up an leave it smokin' when Im finished

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

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

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

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

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

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 on the payroll
an get yo shit right

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, straight mobbulation,
Run up squared and put

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hoobangin', so who die?
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 man since 92

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

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

Burn two remmies 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 bring you about die

fuckaz startin' to bribe but niggaz aint bumpin' no 4-tay
'Cuz he too bietch 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 to a crack like

You need to get some get right like mac
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 nigga like rupaul
You all think you gonna money dissin' my crew?
But only if you knew
You fuckin' wit these mobb fool, uh

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

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