Luyện nghe bài hát Kilo (Remix)

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

[Chorus: (Ghostface Killah)]
All around the 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 thousand grams, its easy to
(Throughout the I 9 to 5 I'm the Handyman)

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

Aiyyo peace to those cooking that raw, white
Get sniff on, scarface niggaz, we getting right
some call it bricks, call it birds
how many niggaz get they tooken playing with shit, then catch a curb
You go to jail
get caught with this, niggaz'll to fail
Stop playing, pot slaying, soda and scales
They lived like brothers, word life, connects
most niggaz get hard, from fucking with them and hustlers
Kilos is one grams
You know your better be heavy 'cause soon kids is coming in camo
Protect your daddy, I'm an announcer
you get with an ounce and its over
'fact 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 when the Jakes down the Pharaoh
Reason, He was moving that white
blowing into hoopties , slamming cuties and ice
big heavy pots over hot
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 cuban plants
The chemist is brolic, pyrex
Professors at war raw, killing partners for a million dollars

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

[Hook: Killah]
Red tops, blue tops, green tops, yellow
Purple tops, beige tops, 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, bags, ziplocks
Big rocks, spots, big glocks, one OT's
chopped, hot pots, one plate, crack Spot

Thirteen getting it, whipping it
UPS, pack it up, shipping it
Whether or sniffing it, I got your fix
The story's foretold apocalypse
It was me Michael T.T., out freebies
Taking blocks, telling niggas to be fee
Where big 'Vine'll leave the body in the street
kinda like how I be bodying the beat
We was 300 like the Persian soldiers
Word fast, we was serving boulders
Ten crack commandments, Moses
If you don't fit must icer toners
Never grip they holders, fingers to the
The New niggas be taking all our bitches
But we be God if taking all our business
tape, hard tops, C.S.I. forensics