Luyện nghe bài hát Killaz On The Payroll

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

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

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

Baby couples I the strong kill the weak
Million puzzles I done placed the last piece
Success is I put it all back together
Mass melted chambers guarded 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 to choke me
Sliced throat look in my eyes now slowly
Your thats 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 tune left ya non-taxin' mostly brought up
Got on my block most the nights I slept got awoke by shots
The inner city I could care less about your
Im bossin' ready to die come and get me

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

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

But never sleep on the vocabulary
Of a nigga 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 to the shit these niggaz hand me
20 years of struggle an plans cant amount to millions bubble
Thats why we keep stacks and cuddled

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

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

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

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

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

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

Retaliation 'cuz his climax was pay back
He let his wounds an got more get back
An low track 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 on the turf, put his ass hole in the dirt
'Cuz a million soldier died and served in these street wars
the deaths of biggie and Tupac Shakur

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

Like steel steel
We warriors for the skrill a whole lot of will
An Im gonna put down my sword an kill
Im out here in these fields wit the focus of a drill

Yeah, mobbulation, affiliation
Run up squared and put

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

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

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

Uh, uh, well, its that will
That real nigga, fill niggaz wit hot ones
Combined wit' l we doubled barreled
fuckaz best 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' niggaz like you
Cant trust niggaz in yo crew 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 and under like true lies
Shakin' these and shoo-flys royalties from noo-trybe
Got niggaz tryin' to twist me screw drivers
But fuck what you we aint mack 10

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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