Luyện nghe bài hát Killaz On The Payroll

Welcome, little and girls, you thought
was gonna come weak?
Nigga the mobb fool, uh

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

I fight to struggle God dont stop my hustle
My fam fight back like wild dogs 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 puzzles I done placed the last piece
Success is I put it all back together
Mass melted chambers guarded by barretas, uh

means 'fo the jewels they get they ass beat
Sweat in my think they found a way to blast me
Grossly mutha tried to choke 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 its a respect thang
Cant tell the left ya non-taxin' mostly caine brought up
Got sold on my block the nights I slept got awoke by shots
The inner city I could care less about pitty
Im phats bossin' ready to die and get me

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

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

But sleep on the vocabulary skillz
Of a nigga thats out to mills, uh
My nigga phats tells all the block cats
Got a hundred in the stash, fast to blast

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

No matter my nigga my home is where Im hustlin'
Wit killaz on the payroll makin' up for lost pay
The bay knows its till you drop
lookin' bold through 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

listened to grown folks I did my own thang
So mutha fuckin' what if its the thang
Its one rule I live by keep some killaz on the payroll
Nigga an get yo right

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, straight mobbulation,
Run up and put down

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

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

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

Uh, uh, well, its that will
real nigga, that fill niggaz wit hot ones
Combined wit' l we doubled guns
fuckaz best 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 be drinkin' no brew
I do get high till I kiss the sky an straight up run 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 screw drivers
But what you claimin' we aint mack 10

Hoobangin', hooride so who
Nobody ever knew 'cuz true killaz dont wit' niggaz like you
Bumpin' yo gums 'bout who got ya the blues 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 triple shoes
Fuck too trus vogues the hoes blues bitches choose to lose
Plus I puff indo, fool how could you
I do not be wit' broke bitches like you

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

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

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

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

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

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

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