Luyện nghe bài hát Killaz On The Payroll

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

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

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

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

Cash means 'fo the jewels get they ass beat
Sweat in my sleep think they found a way to 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

for fuckin' wit me listen in the streets its a respect thang
Cant tell the tune ya non-taxin' mostly caine brought up
Got on my block most the nights I slept got awoke by shots
The inner city I could care about your pitty
Im phats bossin' 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 MCs off wit a vengeance
the microphone up an leave it smokin' when Im finished

Per pound spinach my niggaz in it an done, done it
So when you come to wit' our records
Nigga you know who run it I gets blunted 168 a week
P tried to an got burnt from 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 hundred hidden in the stash, to blast

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

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

I kept on runnin' for three too mutha 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 folks I did my own thang
So fuckin' what if its the wrong thang
Its only one rule I live by keep some killaz on the
Nigga an get yo right

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, straight mobbulation,
Run up and put down

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

I got some killaz on the
An know when its time
To handle 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 that will
That real nigga, that fill 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 hang wit' dru I do not be fuckin' wit' busta like you
trust niggaz in yo crew what to do, I dont be drinkin' no brew
I do get high I kiss the sky an straight up run this just Hindu

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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