Luyện nghe bài hát She's A Killah

Boy, Def Jam
Ghostface, Ron
Oh, oh, oh

It's no special when shots go down
You can one in the gut and go down
The silencers work to muffle that
Snuck through and on the low down

Gangstas it up, what
Big cups of stay filled it up, we stay four wheeled it up
I would to shorty but her ass ain't big enough
Her friends look like the type just give it up

From abyss to gecko, bum rushing them hoes like Joe Klecko
It's hard to get a ticket like the Funkmaster Flex
Even fat girls get into pretzels, Toney Starks special

a killer, oh, she's a killer, oh
She's a killer, mami, is a
a killer, oh, she's a killer, oh
She's a killer, shorty, is a

Oh, hop in my four wheeler, oh, ain't nobody
Oh, you got a man, steal ya, oh, my ice is iller
Yeah, we drinking and put your number in my phone and
Ain't trying to take you home and we partying to the

Oh, to the morning, oh, to the
Oh, to the morning, to, to the
Oh, to the morning, oh, to the
Oh, oh, we to the morning

My co-defendant, her name's
Niggas get caught up by the of her breastses
She'll murder you while eating breakfast
You'll die wanting to try how her sex is

Baby's shit wiggle like J-Lo, her so good
you hit it, you be having to pray, yo
Don't wanna bust fast, be on your J O
She strictly dickly, go both ways, yo

She and she fly
Bout 5'5, 5'6, bout yay
Button-up boss shirt, blue necktie
Every nigga in the club wanna eat that

she stay on her toes like a prized ballerina
She tight, her grounds is out in Medina
This pretty thing handle her biz, she carry things
Ready to die like she to B.I.G.

She's a killer, oh, a killer, oh
She's a killer, mami, is a
She's a killer, oh, a killer, oh
a killer, shorty, is a killer

Oh, hop in my four wheeler, oh, ain't realer
Oh, you got a man, I'ma steal ya, oh, my ice is
Yeah, we drinking Patron and put number in my phone and
Ain't trying to take you and we partying to the morning

Oh, to the morning, oh, to the
Oh, to the morning, to, to the
Oh, to the morning, oh, to the
Oh, oh, we to the morning

Everybody's like they killing the town
Pardon me lord, I was sipping brown
This for the rappers, non-gun clappers
Yo, Wigs, get the cameras these is a of actors

Yet, my heat sing like Shirley
You can test me at, your own leisure
I'm ballin', gettin' money and I pop champagne
And go hit shorty, shaking that thang

a killer, oh, she's a killer, oh
She's a killer, mami, is a
a killer, oh, she's a killer, oh
She's a killer, shorty, is a

Oh, hop in my four wheeler, oh, ain't realer
Oh, you got a man, steal ya, oh, my ice is iller
Yeah, we drinking Patron and put your number in my and
Ain't trying to take you home and we partying to the

Oh, to the morning, oh, to the
Oh, to the morning, to, to the
Oh, to the morning, oh, to the
Oh, oh, we to the morning