Luyện nghe bài hát Killaz Theme II (Bonus Track)

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

We to kill you (My niggas fight to this)
We to kill 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, 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 niggas back to my basics of
Your anxious to flip fag, catch a
My shank do things for fakeness
My whole mob got the patience
Throw on your track Asics, and make like a spaceship
We pack places, bangs your nation
light at the weight station, that weak shit need replacin
Put this in rotation
Overdose music, it's to the user
Drive awhile under the of this
Careful 'cause you might just crash and
Total your whip and pull my tape out your deck
Me and Mobb connect, like thirty-thousand dollar links
Unpopable, unstopable,

Yo, yo
My drug clientele was bringin' me well
Smokin' buddha, L's, and weed so good they leave a smell
Niggas scopin' me, police is close to me
regulatin', the way shit supposed to be
Gold chain chokin' me, cocaine me
To my destiny, ja'causezi waters soakin' me
in a smokin Durango, doin my thing yo
My mac-milli (what?) sweeter than a
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
poetic, rhymes are like dimes but no credit
I'll leave your mind paralyzed dunn, but wet it
Scarface persona, I acquired a taste for
And I embrace this shit, you banned from the projects
Your here (fuck it) ain't shit, yo I'ma see you
you transparent, see through rhymes, fully automated
You semi-crime related, Cormega and Deep rhyme amazin'
Thug shit you can't fuck with,

Fuck your bullshit rep, you ass bet
Talkin' all that shit, even got cash yet
Our flaws, try to get away no tossed
Got with my clique I'ma take it to the source
QBC representive, I'm just tryin to
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, ain't nothin' gonna live
That's dead ass, 'bout to put whole shit in the smash
You real? Hit that ass up 4 wheels
The ?darkside?, you gonna squeal, like them rappers
You know we the truth, you wanna clap us
I got this, strictly out the mouth, nothin' but hot
Pop shit, couldn't fuck this when we shit
You helpless, put your whole outta service
We don't smoke (Thank God for this)
Yo if it wasn't, for niggas 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 bitch she comin'
Wanted a mil, that ass like a mickey
It's 50-50 fuckin' with this nigga, come and get me

2x
(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)
(It's no doubt)
We want to you (that's right)