Luyện nghe bài hát Killaz Theme II (Bonus Track)

Heh heh, yea
Hahahaha,
Part the crowd the Red Sea
even tempt me

We want to you (My niggas fight to this)
We want to you (My niggas fight to this)
We want to you (My niggas fight to this)
We want to you (Y'all creeps can't dig this)

Aiyyo, peace to our way of life, off to all the trife
This holster's for the autos and foot-long
Especially for of greenbacks
My perform, so blow all stain raps
Now lemme take y'all niggas back to my of this
Your anxious to flip fag, catch a
My shank do remarkable for fakeness
My mob got the same patience
Throw on your track Asics, and make moves like a
We places, Infamous bangs your nation
light at the weight station, that weak shit need replacin
Put in heavy rotation
Overdose music, it's theraputic to the
Drive under the influence of this
'cause you might just crash and shit
Total your whip and still pull my tape out your
Me and Mobb tryna connect, like dollar links
Unpopable, unstopable,

Yo, yo
My drug was bringin' me money well
Smokin' buddha, L's, and weed so good leave a funny smell
Niggas scopin' me, police is close to me
Mega regulatin', the way supposed to be
Gold chain chokin' me, cocaine me
To live my destiny, waters soakin' me
in a smokin Durango, doin my thing yo
My (what?) sweeter than a mango
Son you the drilly, the drama is a part of me
Did time for, cocaine, knives, and armed
My rhyme rid graffiti as a nigga prophecy
Mega poetic, rhymes are like dimes but no
I'll leave your mind dunn, but don't wet it
Scarface persona, I acquired a taste for
And I embrace spray shit, you banned from the projects
Your love (fuck it) ain't shit, yo I'ma see you
Nigga you transparent, see through rhymes, automated
You semi-crime related, Cormega and Mobb Deep rhyme
Thug shit you can't with, what

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

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