Luyện nghe bài hát Killer G's

Yeah, the dayton in this bitch for the 9-6 fool
what I'm sayin dts
And I ain't talkin about security bitch
avenue be true nigga

I'm out for murder get prepared to go
And I toot I gotta shoot and leave hoes cold in snow
My whole in this game is kill and show no pain
Get a fool for his
And raise more throws and blows than dane
I'm strappin on the jackin for your chains I'm droolin
And checkin socks for the fat knots who the you think you foolin
Runnin from the sirens, stop the I ain't heard that shit
in the hood, park at the club and find your ride on bricks
Down where I dwell, them boys ain't ? ? ? so motherfuck crew
Bring weed I smoke and sell coke than coca-cola do
I'm built to last, up in that ass my crew makes all the
How you lookin like emmitt smith, runnin to get your boys
Its do or die and bitch believe me I'm not to go
men have tried and failed, but those that failed can come no more
I allegiance to the flag, but there ain't no stars or stripes
Just thugs, a bunch of and the big thick bitches with crack pipes
A vigilante panties by some jaked up flake
To much to count, I amount ain't nothin about me fake
Nobody nobody die so bitch don't move in inch
And I'm puttin in any bitch that I even think might of flinched
Its time to bail, my since of smell is what intices
Bail joe ? staley? tried to ban me cause of high yea yo prices
And on that note, I quote I'm deep and I'll yo mama up
He got ten g's and an eigth in the safe, you know what's up
? ? fools arousin for them and that yea yo stash
Drunk off that whiskey fuck ? cisk? , I'm fittin to rob his ass
When shit gets tight, like barry I practice what I preach
Little shorties wanna be down like brandy when they me speak
The b double

Chorus: 4x

D-o-to the a killa
(g, killa)
F-l-i-n-t wanna see another killer g
(g's, these are killas)

He's a off dayton avenue, he's quick to point that glock at you
I you and I dead you, I got you if I shot at you
Runnin for your again, a victim of a homicide
I'm down for pumpin your chest, open your chest fuckin wide
You fuckin with a murderer, coup burglar
Sweep you off your dana's, when you see me i'l be a
Ziggy zag, 44 mag public enemy
Shakin and and takin yo shit
your pussy and wreckin yo shit
Sendin you up on yo way, that's the way face the ray
Diggen them as they body lay, them with this oozie spray
and glocks, moeny and rocks you best to believe I gets the loot
Fuckin you in your booty hole, cause you's a rudy poo
I empty this clip, so you slip, fuck around and trip
Three in the hood, got yo goods, pilled yo cap and dip
Gotta ? ? on my way on this set is like
My posse more pumps than a motherfuckin gas station
Better watch that yea you've been boomon in this dry town
Kickin down yo door bitch and you bitches to lie down
A skitzofranic that's makin you panic when I this gage
I do more licks and throw more kicks, johnny cage
I'm fuckin what you been talkin, you've walkin
Stalkin a hawk and
Trigger be triggin when I click it my pain ain't stickin
Its do or die we multiply on the for
But ask yo mother he's a motherfuckin killa