Luyện nghe bài hát Killdrummy

Ayy,
Nigga, told me you ran and hit the gate, nigga, when they hit Dre, nigga
Blood, they told me you ran and hit the gate when hit Dre, blood, why you ain't gang?
brudda probably still be here, nigga
Nigga, brudda brudda still be here, though

All you do is talk,
T-in' interviews and we ain't fought,
Always be the soft niggas
Stylin' put you on, and you thought, that we forgot, nigga?
So you should've bought a chain 'fore I you as a broad
How I'm the only Sacramento nigga in One
'Posed to be Cookie Money, you me buddy's a fraud
Shout out to Lil Memphis, socked you in the mall
You ain't even pitch his ass, too placing a call, that's a DP
Can't be the traits of a nigga from the Deep East
How he the overseer of Oakland and a peewee?
Told me Joe Blow Oakland, I ain't believe him
Wanky balls in your jaw, you suckin' wee-wee
Two and a towel, is JBay inside of PC?
Allah said he ain't far from his brother, them niggas
We you was payin' for them features on your CD
And you GF-in' that 40-year-old
59 mold too big for that lil' bling
Pull up to your house on Kildrummy like ding
with that 2Pac beat, tell me I'm lyin'
You stubby or you cased, my Make up your mind
Never trust a that ain't never did no time
That bounty, that don't count, it ain't nothin' main line
FBI requested the footage, you ain't
Scared of Lil QB and he of your size
Dre Feddi died, for certainly, you ain't
Bitch, you got on TV, talked about it, and
Dre Feddi died, for certainly, you ain't
Bitch, you got on TV, talked about it, and
Dennis the Menace broke, he couldn't upload a
Give that MCM backpack up, nigga, time
Shout out Lil Blood and Sleepy, them the guys
your catalogue for them pennies, I wonder why?
Baby mama ask me, "Why he call a times?"
Tryna ride the wave, your start to decline
Ayy,
Nigga, I been on the road, stadiums
You was in Modesto, barely up Palladium
Called me for when Wanky was on your cranium
Life groupie, I know the goonies ashamed of him
Kedda with the baby arm on it, bitches dangling
Big up to my number one fan No Dollar
internet killers, that's how we label 'em
Somebody die every time I a nigga faithfully
You do a show in my bity, nor in the radius
You do a show in the bity, nor in the radius
Gangland protection the only reason you hang me
Remind me of the bitch, emotional lil'
And you put the clear paint on top of your toes
Giggled when I it, like brodie really a ho, on fours
'Bout time you it quits, shit, I suppose
You on your song and I'm tired of doin' you wrong

On my soul,
You know you ain't livin' like that, bitch ass
On the
Nigga talkin' 'bout, "Nah, they tried to strip me, nigga, how it be when you be..."
Shut your bitch ass up,
Ain't try to strip you, bitch, stripped you, bitch
They took shit, bitch
And it to the pawn shop, ain't that where you recovered it from, nigga?
My mama had your bitch ass runnin' through the gas station scared, money in the air, nigga
with me, nigga
Now big, when they the foreign, ain't nobody die, bitch
Punch your bitch ass in the mall, ain't nobody die, bitch,
Turned your bitch inside out in mutually, bitch, ain't nobody, bitch
Yeah, when Dre Feddi died, bitch, ain't die, bitch
your bitch ass up, bitch
All this Funk or Die, bitch, but ain't nobody
Man, we kill all that, nigga
On my mama, nigga, I bang a right,
On Kildrummy, nigga, pull up in your driveway
Park this motherfucker, nigga, and ding