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

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

Yo, yo
My drug was bringin' me money well
Smokin' buddha, L's, and weed so they leave a funny smell
Niggas me, hopin' police is close to me
Mega regulatin', the way shit to be
Gold chain chokin' me, cocaine me
To live my destiny, ja'causezi waters me
Floatin in a Durango, doin my thing yo
My mac-milli (what?) sweeter a mango
Son you the drilly, the drama is a part of me
Did for, cocaine, knives, and armed robbery
My rhyme rid graffiti as a live nigga
Mega poetic, rhymes are dimes but no credit
I'll your mind paralyzed 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 here (fuck it) shit, yo I'ma see you
Nigga you transparent, see through rhymes, automated
You semi-crime related, and Mobb Deep rhyme amazin'
shit you can't fuck with, what

Fuck your bullshit rep, you ass bet
Talkin' all that shit, even 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 tryin to live
If I can't get to you, take it to your kids
Spray crib, fuck it son, somethin' gotta give
If I can't live, then nothin' gonna live
That's dead ass, 'bout to put this shit in the smash
You real? Hit 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, out the mouth, nothin' but hot shit
Pop shit, couldn't fuck this we drop shit
You helpless, put your shit outta service
We don't shit (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 I'm a ho, never bite my tongue
Let them playa know, how we comin'
Straight through while you runnin'
Get dunnin', had ass shakin' like a bitch when she comin'
Wanted a mil, slipped that ass a mickey
It's 50-50 with 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 to kill you (that's right)
(It's no doubt)
We to kill you (that's right)