Luyện nghe bài hát Killer G's

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

I'm out for murder motherfuckers get to go
And I toot I gotta shoot and leave hoes cold in snow
My objective in this game is kill and show no pain
Get a for his chains
And raise throws and blows than dana dane
I'm always strappin on the for your chains I'm droolin
And checkin socks for the fat knots who the fuck you you foolin
Runnin from the sirens, stop the violence I ain't that shit
Come in the hood, park at the club and your ride on bricks
Down where I dwell, them boys ain't ? ? ? so your crew
Bring weed I smoke and sell more coke coca-cola do
I'm to last, up in that ass my crew makes all the noise
How you lookin emmitt smith, runnin back to get your boys
Its do or die and bitch me I'm not tryin to go
Many men have tried and failed, but that failed can come no more
I pledge allegiance to the flag, but there ain't no or stripes
Just thugs, a of drugs and the big thick bitches with crack pipes
A vigilante panties by some jaked up flake
To much to count, I stack amount ain't nothin about me
Nobody nobody die so bitch don't move in inch
And I'm puttin slugs in any 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 and I'll stick yo mama up
He got ten g's and an eigth in the safe, niggas you what's up
? ? fools arousin for them thousands and that yea yo
Drunk off that whiskey john ? cisk? , I'm fittin to rob his ass
When shit gets tight, barry white I practice what I preach
Little shorties wanna be like brandy when they hear me speak
The b double

Chorus: 4x

D-o-to the p-e-d-a-y-t-o-n-a-v-e a
(g, killa)
F-l-i-n-t don't wanna see killer g
(g's, are motherfuckin 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 again, a victim of a homicide
I'm down for pumpin your chest, your chest real fuckin wide
You fuckin with a murderer, caddie burglar
Sweep you off your dana's, you see me i'l be serving a
Ziggy zag, 44 mag fuckin public
Shakin and and takin yo shit
Beatin your and wreckin yo shit
you bitches up on yo way, that's the way face the ray
Diggen them as they body lay, them with this oozie spray
Gats and glocks, moeny and rocks you best to believe I gets the
Fuckin you in booty hole, punk cause you's a rudy poo
I empty this clip, so don't you slip, around and trip
Three killas in the hood, got yo goods, yo cap and dip
Gotta ? ? on my way on set is like initiation
My posse pack more pumps a motherfuckin gas station
Better watch that yea you've been boomon in this dry town
down yo door bitch and you bitches best to lie down
A skitzofranic that's makin you panic I pull this gage
I do more licks and throw more kicks, johnny cage
I'm fuckin what you been talkin, you've been
like a hawk and
Trigger be triggin when I click it cause my pain stickin
Its do or die we on the for reala
But ask yo mother he's a motherfuckin killa