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

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

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

Fuck your rep, nigga you ass bet
Talkin' all that shit, don't got cash yet
Our flaws, try to get away no tossed
Got drama with my clique I'ma take it to the
QBC representive, I'm just to live
If I can't get to you, take it to your kids
Spray your crib, fuck it son, somethin' give
If I live, then ain't nothin' gonna live
That's dead ass, 'bout to put this whole shit in the
You real? Hit that ass up with 4
The ?darkside?, you gonna squeal, like them other
You we kick the truth, you wanna clap us
I got this, strictly out the mouth, nothin' but hot
Pop shit, couldn't this when we drop shit
You helpless, put your shit outta service
We don't smoke (Thank God for this)
Yo if it wasn't, for niggas like us, you'd just be up
for petty get cats (come on now, you know I know)
When it come to gats I'm a ho, bite my tongue
Let them haters know, how we comin'
Straight comin' through you runnin'
Get dunnin', had that ass shakin' a bitch when she comin'
a mil, slipped that ass like a mickey
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 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)