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 they hit Dre, blood, why you ain't gang?
Brudda brudda still be here, nigga
Nigga, brudda probably still be here, though

All you do is talk,
T-in' interviews and we ain't fought,
be the lightskin-dest soft niggas
Stylin' put you on, and what you thought, that we forgot,
So you should've bought a chain I viewed you as a broad
How I'm the only Sacramento in One Mob?
'Posed to be Cookie Money, you told me buddy's a
Shout out to Lil Memphis, socked you in the mall
You ain't pitch his ass, too busy placing a call, that's a DP
Can't be the traits of a nigga that's from the East
How he the overseer of and he's a peewee?
me Joe Blow wasn't Oakland, I ain't believe him
Wanky balls in your jaw, you suckin' wee-wee
Two blankets and a towel, is inside of PC?
Allah he ain't far from his brother, them niggas weenies
We knowin' you was for them features on your CD
And you GF-in' 40-year-old ling-ling
59 mold too big for that lil' bling
up to your house on Kildrummy like ding ding
Playin' with that 2Pac beat, me I'm lyin'
You stubby or you cased, my nigga? 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 deny
of Lil QB and he half of your size
Dre Feddi died, for certainly, you slide
Bitch, you got on TV, talked about it, and
Dre Feddi died, for certainly, you slide
Bitch, you got on TV, talked it, and cried
Dennis the Menace broke, he upload a dime
Give MCM backpack up, nigga, it's time
out Lil Blood and Sleepy, them still the guys
Sold your catalogue for them pennies, I why?
Baby ask me, "Why he call a hundred times?"
Tryna ride the wave, streaming start to decline
Ayy,
Nigga, I been on the road, rockin'
You was in Modesto, barely filling up
Called me for assistance when Wanky was on your
Vamp Life groupie, I the goonies ashamed of him
Kedda with the baby arm on it, them dangling
Big up to my number one fan No Damien
Category internet killers, that's how we 'em
Somebody die time I diss a nigga 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 lil'
And you put the coat paint on top of your toes
Giggled when I seen it, brodie really a ho, on fours
'Bout you called it quits, shit, I suppose
You on your fifth song and I'm tired of doin' you

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