Luyện nghe bài hát Killaz Theme II (Bonus Track)

Heh heh, yea
Hahahaha,
Part the crowd the Red Sea
Don't even 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 to kill 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 stacks of
My perform, so blow all stain raps
Now lemme take y'all niggas to my basics of this
Your to flip fag, catch a facelift
My shank do remarkable things for
My whole mob got the patience
Throw on your track Asics, and make moves like a
We pack places, bangs your nation
You're light at the weight station, that weak need replacin
Put this in heavy
Overdose music, it's theraputic to the
Drive awhile under the influence of
'cause you might just crash and shit
Total your whip and still pull my tape out deck
Me and Mobb tryna connect, like thirty-thousand dollar
Unpopable, unstopable,

Yo, yo
My clientele was bringin' me money well
Smokin' buddha, L's, and so good they leave a funny smell
Niggas scopin' me, hopin' is close to me
regulatin', the way shit supposed to be
Gold chain chokin' me, provokin' me
To my destiny, ja'causezi waters soakin' me
Floatin in a Durango, doin my thing yo
My mac-milli (what?) than a mango
Son you know the drilly, the is a part of me
Did time for, cocaine, knives, and armed
My rhyme rid as a live nigga prophecy
Mega poetic, rhymes are like but no credit
I'll leave mind paralyzed dunn, but don't wet it
Scarface persona, I 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 related, Cormega and Mobb Deep rhyme amazin'
Thug shit you fuck with, what

Fuck your rep, nigga you ass bet
all that shit, don't even got cash yet
Our flaws, try to get away no gats
Got drama with my clique I'ma take it to the
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' live
That's dead ass, 'bout to put this whole shit in the
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, strictly out the mouth, but hot shit
Pop shit, couldn't fuck this when we shit
You helpless, put your whole shit service
We don't shit (Thank God for this)
Yo if it wasn't, for niggas like us, just be assed up
Hustlin' for get cats (come on now, you know I know)
When it come to gats I'm a ho, bite my tongue
Let playa haters know, how we comin'
Straight comin' through you runnin'
Get dunnin', had that ass like a bitch when she comin'
a mil, slipped that ass like 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 to kill 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)