Luyện nghe bài hát Kilo (Remix)

[Intro: Killah]
Yo, Oh, Yo Rae... I can't feel my
My heart pounding and (audible heart)
Paranoid as a right now, who the fuck?
Close the blinds and shit! Who Captain Kirk?
The Stark...enterprise, enterprise I was on and shit?
..I need some pussy though I'm for a Catwoman or something
f-fuck it, go!
Aiyyo Shareefa go to the for me. I need some razors and a fresh box
of baggies, the ones the tint in them!
Aiyyo son turn that water down a little bit, a little bit..Thank You
I need two waters, a dutch, and a Snapple)

sample (Ghostface Killah)]
All the world today, the Kilo is the measure
(Whoever got the got the candy, man)
A kilo is a thousand grams, its to remember
(You catch the kid going hand to hand)
All the world today, the Kilo is the measure
(Once you got the you got the panties, man)
A Kilo is a thousand grams, its to remember
(Throughout the I 9 to 5 I'm the Handyman)

Killah]
Racing through the hood, ski off
Criminology hustle, goons play the heat, blast off
And every direction, ya babies, your moms
Late night Carson Daly, Theo Bailey, we stay armed
Grits box, vacuum tight, the powder
Five fake of blow to throw them off wit the flower
Red dots on me, big scopes, bullets the of nickels
Got Starkey out of his coat
I to jet, don't look back, my cardio's killing me
Old ladies is 'Hold ya head, Tone, literally'
All this, for a thousand
I'd rather be a con artist scheaming with a thousand

Aiyyo peace to cooking that raw, powder white
Get your sniff on, niggaz, we getting right
some it bricks, some call it birds
how many niggaz get they lives tooken playing shit, then catch a curb
You would go to
get caught with this, niggaz'll grow to
playing, pot slaying, baking soda and scales
They lived like brothers, word life, discovered
niggaz get hard, from fucking with them pipes and hustlers
Kilos is one grams
You know your ammo better be heavy 'cause kids is coming in camo
Protect land daddy, I'm an announcer
you get caught with an and its over
matter they takin you down, son

[Ghostface
Bricks, Tar caps, powder, up crack
Phones is over franklin's stacks
put in bullpens, old connects get paro'
Break out of town when the Jakes down the Pharaoh
Reason, He was moving peruvian white
coolies into hoopties , slamming cuties and ice
big heavy over hot stoves
Mayonnaise jars of water rocks in them got my whole projects out of order
A is a thousand grams
Beige, gold, brown, dirty, fluffy, tan, extract oil cut from cuban
The chemist is brolic, scholars
Professors at war over raw, killing partners for a million

[Ghostface
Some say a drug dealers destiny is the ki'
I'd rather be the man behind the door, supplying the
A hundred birds go out, looking textbooks
when they wrapped and
four later straight cash, two million bucks
powder, no cut
your is vialed in, whats up?
Y'all beefin little shit, we sniff, the balance split up
In a plane or a penthouse, office or a
got it nice, we never heard of any big droughts
A Kilo is a grams
A pile of is equivilant, to the eye
nice to have a thousand fans
Coke buyers, some be
therefore, you for wires
dedicated dealers, during holidays we 'em lighters

[Hook: Killah]
Red tops, blue tops, tops, yellow tops
Purple tops, beige tops, white tops, grey
Black tops, clear tops, tops, pink tops
Silver tops, tan tops, aqua tops, orange
Salt tops, tops, short tops, 12 12's
58 58's, bags, ziplocks
Big rocks, coke spots, big glocks, one
chopped, hot pots, one plate, crack Spot

Thirteen getting it, pyrex it
Like UPS, pack it up, it
Whether base or it, I got your fix
The story's foretold apocalypse
It was me Michael T.T., handing out
Taking over blocks, niggas to be fee
Where big 'Vine'll leave the body in the street
Something kinda like how I be the beat
We was 300 deep the Persian soldiers
Word spread fast, we was serving
Ten commandments, holy Moses
If you don't fit must equip icer
Never grip they holders, fingers to the
The New York niggas be taking all our
But we be God if taking all our business
Duct tape, hard tops, C.S.I.