Luyện nghe bài hát Killer G's

Yeah, the dayton family in this bitch for the 9-6
Know what I'm dts
And I talkin about downtown security bitch
Dayton avenue be true

I'm out for murder motherfuckers get to go
And when I toot I shoot and leave hoes cold in snow
My whole objective in this game is kill and no pain
Get a for his chains
And raise more throws and than dana dane
I'm always strappin on the jackin for your chains I'm
And checkin socks for the fat knots who the fuck you think you
Runnin from the sirens, stop the violence I ain't heard shit
Come in the hood, park at the club and find your on bricks
Down where I dwell, them boys ain't ? ? ? so motherfuck your
Bring I smoke and sell more coke than coca-cola do
I'm to last, up in that ass my crew makes all the noise
How you lookin like emmitt smith, runnin to get your boys
Its do or die and bitch me I'm not tryin to go
men have tried and failed, but those that failed can come no more
I pledge allegiance to the flag, but ain't no stars or stripes
Just thugs, a bunch of drugs and the big thick bitches crack pipes
A vigilante gettin panties by jaked up flake
To much to count, I stack amount ain't nothin me fake
Nobody move nobody die so don't move in inch
And I'm puttin in any bitch that I even think might of flinched
Its time to bail, my of smell is what cocaine intices
with 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, niggas you what's up
? ? fools arousin for them and that yea yo stash
Drunk off that whiskey john ? cisk? , I'm fittin to rob his ass
When shit gets tight, like white I practice what I preach
Little shorties wanna be down like brandy when they hear me
The b o-t-l-e-g-t-h-e-r-a-p

Chorus: 4x

the p-e-d-a-y-t-o-n-a-v-e a killa
(g, killa)
F-l-i-n-t don't wanna see killer g
(g's, these are killas)

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