Luyện nghe bài hát Killaz Theme II (Bonus Track)

Heh heh, yea
Hahahaha,
the crowd like the Red Sea
Don't even me

We want to you (My niggas fight to this)
We want to you (My niggas fight to this)
We to kill you (My niggas fight to this)
We want to kill you (Y'all creeps dig this)

Aiyyo, peace to our way of life, off to all the trife
holster's for the autos and foot-long knives
Especially for stacks of
My perform, so blow all stain raps
Now lemme take y'all niggas back to my basics of
Your to flip fag, catch a facelift
My shank do things for fakeness
My whole mob got the same
Throw on your track Asics, and make moves a spaceship
We pack places, bangs your nation
You're light at the weight station, that weak shit need
Put this in heavy
Overdose music, theraputic to the user
Drive awhile under the influence of
Careful 'cause you might just crash and
Total your whip and still my tape out your deck
Me and Mobb tryna connect, like thirty-thousand dollar
Unpopable, unstopable,

Yo, yo
My clientele was bringin' me money well
Smokin' buddha, L's, and so good they leave a funny smell
Niggas scopin' me, hopin' is close to me
Mega regulatin', the way shit to be
Gold chokin' me, cocaine provokin' me
To live my destiny, ja'causezi waters me
Floatin in a Durango, doin my thing yo
My (what?) sweeter than a mango
Son you know the drilly, the drama is a of me
Did time for, cocaine, knives, and armed
My rhyme rid as a live nigga prophecy
Mega poetic, rhymes are dimes but no credit
I'll leave your mind paralyzed dunn, but wet it
persona, I acquired a taste for drama
And I embrace this spray shit, you banned from the
love here (fuck it) ain't shit, yo I'ma see you
Nigga you transparent, see rhymes, fully automated
You semi-crime related, Cormega and Deep rhyme amazin'
Thug shit you fuck with, what

Fuck your bullshit rep, you ass bet
Talkin' all shit, don't even got cash yet
Our flaws, try to get no gats tossed
Got drama with my I'ma take it to the source
QBC representive, I'm just to live
If I can't get to you, I'ma take it to kids
Spray crib, fuck it son, somethin' gotta give
If I can't live, then ain't nothin' gonna
That's dead ass, 'bout to put this shit in the smash
You Hit that ass up with 4 wheels
The ?darkside?, you squeal, like them other rappers
You know we kick the truth, you wanna us
I got this, strictly out the mouth, nothin' but hot
Pop shit, couldn't fuck this when we shit
You helpless, put whole shit outta service
We don't smoke (Thank God for this)
Yo if it wasn't, for niggas like us, just be assed up
Hustlin' for petty get cats (come on now, you I know)
When it come to gats I'm a ho, never my tongue
Let them playa know, how we comin'
Straight comin' through you runnin'
Get dunnin', had that ass shakin' like a bitch when she
Wanted a mil, slipped that ass like a
It's 50-50 fuckin' with nigga, just come and get me

2x
(It's no doubt)
We to kill you (that's right)
(It's no doubt)
We to kill you (that's right)
(It's no doubt)
We want to you (that's right)
(It's no doubt)
We to kill you (that's right)