Luyện nghe bài hát Killaz On The Payroll

Welcome, boys and girls, you thought
Niggaz was gonna 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 hopin' God dont stop my hustle
My fam back like wild dogs wit' out a muzzle
The shots was multiple I remember puddles
in sand wit niggaz fallin' in doubles

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I kept on 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 was a nigga had dreams an visions

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

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

more 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 comrad bad him wit' the mag

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

Retaliation 'cuz his only was pay back
He let his wounds an got more 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 on the turf, put his ass hole in the dirt
'Cuz a million soldier died and served in these circle wars
Before the of biggie and Tupac Shakur

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

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

Yeah, mobbulation, affiliation
Run up squared and put

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

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

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

Uh, uh, well, its that will
real nigga, that fill niggaz wit hot ones
Combined wit' l we doubled guns
Mutha 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 like you
Cant trust niggaz in yo crew what to do, I dont be drinkin' no
I do get high till I kiss the sky an straight up run this Hindu

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

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

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

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

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

Mutha fuckaz startin' to bribe but niggaz bumpin' no 4-tay
'Cuz he too busy bietch tryin' to smoke some yay, uh
Jose around the bay I knew he be funny like g-money
Nigga puffin' heard you got married to a crack like

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

An get up in a u-haul
'Cuz youse a bitch nigga rupaul
You all think you gonna money dissin' my crew?
But if you knew nigga
You fuckin' wit these niggaz fool, uh

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

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