Luyện nghe bài hát Killaz Theme II (Bonus Track)

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

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

Aiyyo, peace to our way of life, hats off to all the
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 back to my of this
Your to flip fag, catch a facelift
My do remarkable things for fakeness
My whole mob got the same
on your track Asics, and make moves like a spaceship
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 to the user
Drive awhile the influence of this
Careful 'cause you might crash and shit
Total your whip and still pull my tape out deck
Me and Mobb tryna connect, like dollar links
Unpopable, unstopable,

Yo, yo
My drug clientele was me money well
Smokin' buddha, L's, and weed so they leave a funny smell
scopin' me, hopin' police is close to me
Mega regulatin', the way shit to be
Gold chain chokin' me, provokin' me
To live my destiny, ja'causezi soakin' me
Floatin in a smokin Durango, doin my yo
My mac-milli (what?) than a mango
Son you the drilly, the drama is a part of me
Did time for, cocaine, knives, and robbery
My rhyme rid graffiti as a nigga prophecy
poetic, rhymes are like dimes but no credit
I'll leave mind paralyzed dunn, but don't wet it
Scarface persona, I acquired a for drama
And I embrace this spray shit, you from the projects
Your love (fuck it) ain't shit, yo I'ma see you
Nigga you transparent, see through rhymes, automated
You semi-crime related, and Mobb Deep rhyme amazin'
Thug you can't fuck 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 tossed
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, take it to your kids
Spray your crib, it son, somethin' gotta give
If I can't live, ain't nothin' gonna live
That's dead ass, to put this whole shit in the smash
You Hit that ass up with 4 wheels
The ?darkside?, you gonna squeal, like them rappers
You know we kick the truth, you wanna us
I got this, out the mouth, nothin' but hot shit
Pop shit, fuck this when we drop shit
You helpless, put your whole shit outta
We don't smoke (Thank God for this)
Yo if it wasn't, for niggas like us, you'd just be 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'
Straight comin' through while you
Get dunnin', had that ass like a bitch when she comin'
Wanted a mil, slipped that ass like a
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 want to you (that's right)
(It's no doubt)
We to kill you (that's right)