Luyện nghe bài hát She's A Killah

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

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

give it up, what
Big cups of Goose stay filled it up, we four wheeled it up
I would talk to shorty but her ass big enough
Her friends look like the type just give it up

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

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

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

Baby's shit wiggle J-Lo, her thing so good
you hit it, you be having to pray, yo
Don't bust fast, best 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 pink shirt, blue necktie
Every in the club wanna eat that thigh

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

a killer, oh, she's 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 wheeler, oh, ain't nobody realer
Oh, you got a man, I'ma ya, oh, my ice is iller
Yeah, we drinking Patron and put number in my phone and
Ain't trying to you home 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 acting like killing the town
Pardon me lord, I was sipping brown
goes for the rappers, non-gun clappers
Yo, Wigs, get the cameras these is a bunch of

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

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 number in my phone and
Ain't trying to you home 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