Luyện nghe bài hát Killdrummy

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

All you do is talk,
T-in' interviews and we fought, nigga
Always be the lightskin-dest niggas
put you on, and what you thought, that we forgot, nigga?
So you should've bought a chain 'fore I viewed you as a
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 his ass, too busy placing a call, that's a DP
Can't be the traits of a nigga that's from the Deep
How he the overseer of and he's a peewee?
Told me Joe Blow Oakland, I ain't believe him
Wanky doodle balls in your jaw, you suckin'
Two and a towel, is JBay inside of PC?
Allah said he ain't far from his brother, them niggas
We knowin' you was payin' for them features on CD
And you that 40-year-old ling-ling
59 mold too big for lil' bling bling
Pull up to your house on like ding ding
Playin' with that 2Pac beat, 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
of Lil QB and he half of your size
Dre died, for certainly, you ain't slide
Bitch, you got on TV, about it, and cried
Dre Feddi died, for certainly, you ain't
Bitch, you got on TV, about it, and cried
Dennis the broke, he couldn't upload a dime
Give that MCM up, nigga, it's time
Shout out Lil Blood and Sleepy, still the guys
your catalogue for them pennies, I wonder why?
Baby mama ask me, "Why he call a times?"
Tryna ride the wave, streaming start to decline
Ayy,
Nigga, I on the road, rockin' stadiums
You was in Modesto, filling up Palladium
Called me for assistance Wanky was on your cranium
Vamp Life groupie, I know the goonies of him
Kedda with the arm on it, them bitches dangling
Big up to my one fan No Dollar Damien
Category killers, that's how we label 'em
Somebody die every time I diss a faithfully
You can't do a show in my bity, nor in the
You can't do a in the bity, nor in the radius
Gangland protection the only you hang with me
Remind me of the bitch, emotional thangiry
And you put the clear paint on top of your toes
Giggled when I seen it, like really a ho, on fours
time you called it quits, shit, I suppose
You on your fifth song and I'm of doin' you wrong

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