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 you (My niggas fight to this)
We to kill you (My niggas fight to this)
We want to kill you (My niggas 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
holster's for the autos and foot-long knives
Especially for of greenbacks
My perform, so blow all stain raps
Now lemme take y'all back to my basics of this
Your to flip fag, catch a facelift
My do remarkable things for fakeness
My whole mob got the patience
Throw on your track Asics, and make moves a spaceship
We pack places, Infamous bangs your
light at the weight station, that weak shit need replacin
Put in heavy rotation
music, it's theraputic to the user
Drive awhile under the influence of
Careful 'cause you might crash and shit
Total your whip and still pull my tape out your
Me and Mobb tryna connect, like thirty-thousand links
Unpopable, unstopable,

Yo, yo
My drug clientele was 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
chain chokin' me, cocaine provokin' me
To live my destiny, waters soakin' me
Floatin in a smokin Durango, my thing 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 armed
My rhyme rid as a live nigga prophecy
Mega poetic, rhymes are like but no credit
I'll leave your paralyzed dunn, but don't wet it
persona, I acquired a taste for drama
And I embrace this spray shit, you banned the projects
Your love here (fuck it) shit, yo I'ma see you
you transparent, see through rhymes, fully automated
You semi-crime related, Cormega and Deep rhyme amazin'
Thug you can't fuck 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 with my I'ma take it to the source
QBC representive, I'm tryin to live
If I can't get to you, I'ma take it to kids
Spray your crib, fuck it son, gotta give
If I can't live, then ain't nothin' live
That's dead ass, 'bout to put this shit in the smash
You real? Hit that ass up with 4
The ?darkside?, you gonna squeal, like other 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 shit outta service
We don't smoke (Thank God for this)
Yo if it wasn't, for niggas like us, you'd just be up
for petty 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' while you runnin'
Get dunnin', had that ass shakin' like a when she comin'
Wanted a mil, slipped that ass like a
It's 50-50 fuckin' this nigga, just 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 to kill you (that's right)
(It's no doubt)
We want to you (that's right)