Luyện nghe bài hát Killaz Theme II (Bonus Track)

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

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

Aiyyo, peace to our way of life, off to all the trife
This 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 do remarkable things for fakeness
My whole mob got the patience
Throw on your track Asics, and make moves like a
We pack places, Infamous bangs your
light at the weight station, that weak shit need replacin
Put in heavy rotation
Overdose music, theraputic to the user
awhile under the influence of this
Careful 'cause you might just crash and
Total your whip and still pull my tape out deck
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 they leave a smell
Niggas me, hopin' police 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 smokin Durango, my thing yo
My mac-milli (what?) sweeter a mango
Son you the drilly, the drama is a part of me
Did time for, cocaine, knives, and robbery
My rid graffiti as a live nigga prophecy
Mega poetic, are like dimes but no credit
I'll leave your paralyzed dunn, but don't wet it
persona, I acquired a taste for drama
And I this spray shit, you banned from the projects
Your love here (fuck it) ain't shit, yo see you
Nigga you transparent, see through rhymes, fully
You semi-crime related, and Mobb Deep rhyme amazin'
Thug shit you can't fuck with,

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 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 your crib, fuck it son, somethin' give
If I can't live, then ain't nothin' gonna
dead ass, 'bout to put this whole shit in the smash
You real? Hit ass up with 4 wheels
The ?darkside?, you gonna squeal, them other rappers
You know we kick the truth, you wanna us
I got this, strictly out the mouth, nothin' but hot
Pop shit, fuck this when we drop shit
You helpless, put whole shit outta service
We don't smoke (Thank God for this)
Yo if it wasn't, for niggas us, you'd just be assed up
Hustlin' for get cats (come on now, you know I know)
When it come to gats I'm a ho, never bite my
Let them haters know, how we comin'
Straight comin' while you runnin'
Get dunnin', had that ass shakin' like a when she comin'
Wanted a mil, slipped that ass a mickey
It's 50-50 fuckin' this nigga, just come and get me

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