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 motherfucker now, who the fuck?
Close the and shit! Who that? Captain Kirk?
The Stark...enterprise, I was on and some shit?
..I need some though I'm ready for a Catwoman or something
it, lets go!
Aiyyo Shareefa go to the store for me. I need razors and a fresh box
of baggies, the with the tint in them!
Aiyyo son turn water down a little bit, just 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 is a thousand grams, its easy to remember
(You catch the kid going hand to hand)
All around the today, the Kilo is the measure
(Once you got the you got the panties, man)
A Kilo is a grams, its easy to remember
(Throughout the I 9 to 5 I'm the Handyman)

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

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

[Ghostface
Bricks, Tar caps, powder, cooked up
Phones is over franklin's stacks
Kingpins put in bullpens, old get paro'
Break out of town the Jakes take down the Pharaoh
Reason, He was that peruvian white
blowing coolies hoopties , slamming cuties and ice
big heavy pots over hot
Mayonnaise jars of water with rocks in them got my projects out of order
A Kilo is a grams
Beige, gold, brown, dirty, fluffy, tan, oil cut from cuban plants
The chemist is brolic, scholars
Professors at war over raw, killing partners for a dollars

[Ghostface
say a drug dealers destiny is reachin the ki'
I'd rather be the man the door, supplying the streets
A hundred birds go out, like textbooks
when they wrapped and
four days later cash, two million bucks
powder, no cut
your coke is vialed in, up?
Y'all beefin little shit, we sniff, the balance split up
In a or a penthouse, office or a warehouse
Tony's got it nice, we never of any big droughts
A Kilo is a thousand
A of sand is equivilant, to the eye
It's nice to a thousand fans
Coke buyers, some be
therefore, you check for
dedicated dealers, during holidays we 'em lighters

[Hook: Killah]
Red tops, blue tops, tops, yellow tops
tops, beige tops, white tops, grey tops
Black tops, clear tops, tops, pink tops
Silver tops, tan tops, aqua tops, tops
tops, long tops, short tops, 12 12's
58 58's, weed bags,
Big rocks, spots, big glocks, one OT's
Crumbs chopped, hot pots, one plate, crack

Thirteen getting it, pyrex it
Like UPS, pack it up, it
base or sniffing 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 brother 'Vine'll leave the in the street
Something like how I be bodying the beat
We was 300 deep the Persian soldiers
Word fast, we was serving boulders
Ten crack commandments, Moses
If you don't fit must icer toners
grip they holders, fingers to the snitchers
The New York niggas be all our bitches
But we be God damned if all our business
Duct tape, hard tops, C.S.I.