Luyện nghe bài hát Killaz On The Payroll

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

I got killaz 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 shots was multiple I blood puddles
Landed in wit niggaz fallin' in doubles

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

Cash means 'fo the jewels they get ass beat
Sweat in my sleep think found a way to blast me
mutha fuckaz tried to choke me
Sliced they look in my eyes now slowly
Your oldie thats for takin' it P now whats left to 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 slept got by shots
The inner city I could less about your pitty
Im phats bossin' ready to die and get me

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

Per pound spinach my been 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 nigga thats out to mills, uh
My nigga phats tells all the block cats
Got a hundred hidden in the stash, fast to

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

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

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

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

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

Presentin' urban tales of crack sales
An black mail, an black males, peelin' black
Thats why these 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 this rag
Wit' tragedy added to agony
An frustration Farrah Kahn himself stop me

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

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

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

Like steel steel
We warriors for the wit' a whole lot of will
An Im gonna 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 on the payroll
An know when its time
To business nigga lay low

I got some killaz on the
An know when its time
To business nigga 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
That real nigga, fill niggaz wit hot ones
Combined wit' l we doubled barreled
Mutha fuckaz run fuckin' around wit' al-bum, num 2 so

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

I do I go and under like true lies
Shakin' these fleas and shoo-flys from noo-trybe
Got niggaz tryin' to twist me like screw
But fuck what you 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 the blues drunk an I say
yo pumpkin' head like, ooh I been the ice cream man since 92

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

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

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

Mutha fuckaz startin' to bribe but niggaz aint bumpin' no
he too busy bietch tryin' to smoke some more yay, uh
Jose the bay I knew he be funny lookin like g-money
Nigga puffin' 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 on platinum balls
So dont get flat on walls

An get up in a u-haul
'Cuz youse a bitch nigga like
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 they know when its
To handle nigga lay low

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