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 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 creeps dig this)

Aiyyo, peace to our way of life, hats off to all the
This for the autos and foot-long knives
Especially for of greenbacks
My outfit'll perform, so blow all stain
Now lemme take y'all niggas back to my of this
anxious to flip fag, catch a facelift
My do remarkable things for fakeness
My mob got the same patience
Throw on your track Asics, and make moves like a
We pack places, Infamous bangs your
You're at the weight station, that weak shit need replacin
Put in heavy rotation
Overdose music, it's theraputic to the
Drive awhile under the of this
Careful 'cause you might just and shit
Total your and still pull my tape out your deck
Me and Mobb tryna connect, thirty-thousand dollar links
Unpopable, unstopable,

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

Fuck your rep, nigga you ass bet
Talkin' all that shit, even got cash yet
Our flaws, try to get no gats tossed
Got drama my clique I'ma take it to the source
QBC representive, I'm just to live
If I get to you, I'ma take it to your kids
your crib, fuck it son, somethin' gotta give
If I can't live, then nothin' gonna 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, like other rappers
You know we kick the truth, you clap us
I got this, strictly out the mouth, but hot shit
Pop shit, couldn't fuck when we drop shit
You helpless, put your whole shit outta
We don't shit (Thank God for this)
Yo if it wasn't, for like us, you'd just be assed up
Hustlin' for petty get (come on now, you know I know)
When it come to gats I'm a ho, never my tongue
Let them haters know, how we comin'
Straight through while you runnin'
Get dunnin', had that ass shakin' like a when she comin'
Wanted a mil, 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 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)