Luyện nghe bài hát Killaz Theme II (Bonus Track)

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

We to kill you (My niggas fight 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 of greenbacks
My outfit'll perform, so all stain raps
Now lemme y'all niggas back to my basics of this
Your anxious to flip fag, a facelift
My shank do things for fakeness
My whole mob got the same
Throw on track Asics, and make moves like a spaceship
We pack places, bangs your nation
You're at the weight station, that weak shit need replacin
Put in heavy rotation
Overdose music, theraputic to the user
Drive awhile under the influence of
Careful 'cause you might just crash and
Total whip and still pull my tape out your 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 so good they leave a funny smell
Niggas scopin' me, hopin' police is to me
Mega regulatin', the way supposed to be
Gold chain chokin' me, provokin' me
To live my destiny, ja'causezi waters me
Floatin in a smokin Durango, doin my 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 nigga prophecy
Mega poetic, rhymes are like but no credit
I'll leave mind paralyzed dunn, but don't wet it
Scarface persona, I acquired a taste for
And I embrace this shit, you banned from the projects
Your love (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 can't with, what

Fuck bullshit rep, nigga you ass bet
Talkin' all that shit, don't even got yet
Our flaws, try to get away no gats
Got with my clique I'ma take it to the source
QBC representive, I'm tryin to live
If I can't get to you, I'ma it to your kids
Spray your crib, fuck it son, somethin' gotta
If I can't live, then ain't nothin' live
That's dead ass, 'bout to put this whole shit in the
You Hit that ass up with 4 wheels
The ?darkside?, you gonna squeal, them other rappers
You we kick the truth, you wanna clap us
I got this, strictly out the mouth, nothin' but hot
Pop shit, fuck this when we drop shit
You helpless, put your shit outta service
We smoke shit (Thank God for this)
Yo if it wasn't, for niggas us, you'd 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 playa haters know, how we comin'
comin' through while you runnin'
Get dunnin', had that ass shakin' like a when she comin'
Wanted a mil, slipped ass like a mickey
It's 50-50 fuckin' with this nigga, just 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 to kill you (that's right)
(It's no doubt)
We to kill you (that's right)