Luyện nghe bài hát Return Of Da Baby Killa

You pray
When you see me put that up in that pussy, ho
it back slow
Rock it and forth, wait for the nut, then let my trigger go
BOOM!
Pussy-guts all the room
If you ain't it,
Then you're
For the
Of nina of doom
2 in and, uh, 4 inches out
You that nigga that pack that gat
And hit indo-sack
It's like
Cannabis and tea've, uh, got me on stump, fool
All it take is a way, a fat, green-bud and a stunt
Cause that nigga that work 'em nigga deep
And creep
And witness murder, baby, kill a
Once it'll you vomit
Guts in a mama's baby, nuts in a bottle, maybe it's
Biatches keep fuckin' and and keepin' it comin'
they drama. POP! It's baby killa season
Put 6 in the clip, put it up clit
And watch them brains
out that fetus
Bleed, it's that that kill 'em
I'll 'em all full for that sicc reason
of da siccness broodin', got me trippin' for no reason

Guess what daddy's home for supper
Nigga and guts and slabs of human meat, motherfucker
Now eat! daddy's workin' hard for you, real, huh?
run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, nigga!
Now eat!

As I creep, picture every that I seek
of human meat
Cause my gotta eat
I kinda deep, dark, up in tha cut
Where load nines, and barrel-fuck a slut
Nigga, You ain't even seen me in my prime
baby brains, baby veins, baby spines
I know they be cryin' when I'm off the neck
I'm peelin' off the skin for bacon-fried croquettes
villain spine, that baby-killin' mind
A fifth-pound of gin cause I I'm doin' time
So me now before I do my next crime
My kids' gotta eat, baby's on the line, nigga

Guess daddy's bringin' home for supper
Nigga nuts and guts and slabs of meat, motherfucker
Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you, real,
Killas run around that's why I'm hard for you, nigga!
Now eat!

Get for the nigga shit
That gut ripgut
Pick-a-vic-up, fuck 'em up with a of nine-milla slugs
And put 'em on the ground. toll. Buck buck!
to the womb
Guts all over the
legion of doom
That S to the
a locc and a tech for the throat
and a neck full of gunsmoke it up,
One for the nigga who kills them infants and
Then this time, I hit 'em a nine-millimeter, meter
Now pick up me freakin' up your skin
Never nigga-meat cooked so thin!
So I me a nine-milla gat
And creep in the of the 'Lac
With a of the indo

Guess what bringin' home for supper
Nigga nuts and guts and slabs of meat, motherfucker
Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' for you nigga
run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, nigga!
Now eat!

That's right. Once a time
A nigga that hella sicc up in the
a lie for the snitch
As a victim's stoned, sayin' "I'll be to the pussy clits"
They're a baby ditch to the
Nine-millimeter shells, blind!
made a pact to fuck with match-to-heat, it's one of a kind
Low enough to the shit got hella that I had to patch it
To a soul who had the heart to put his in a casket
Who it be?
Or can he be
Locked up in the
cause the
finally found a like me?


What's up, my
Pull trigger
And take my legacy
But watch back. Niggas be claimin' that they sicc
But really don't know which way to go when they be up with my

Shiiiit, have you ever seen your cock? (yeah!)
Have you even a body drop? (yeah!)
Have you even loaded up your
Well, I could gives a fuck even then, nigga, you not my nigga
From 24 Garden Block
That's time
For shootin' shadows up in the
And tryin' to bite he bark
And when his stops
the metal blue blocks up in the cut
They try to my muthafucka to make some dice up out his nuts
And what the fuck goes thru my nigga's mind up in his
That 24 Deep, no sleep, much stress, nigga. Nigga be livin' up in

And here I am, muthafucka that got my nigga sicc
Tryin' to kill myself but slippin' more deeper the siccness shit

Guess what daddy's home for supper
Nigga and guts and slabs of human meat, muthafucka
Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you
Killas run around everyday that's why I'm for you, nigga!
Now eat!