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 catch one in the gut and go
The silencers work to muffle sound
Snuck tools and on the low down

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

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

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 four wheeler, oh, ain't 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 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 up by the side of her breastses
She'll you while eating your breakfast
die wanting to try how good her sex is

Baby's shit wiggle like J-Lo, her so good
Before you hit it, you be to pray, yo
wanna bust fast, best be on your J O
She strictly dickly, go both ways, yo

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

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

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

Oh, hop in my four wheeler, oh, nobody realer
Oh, you got a man, steal ya, oh, my ice is iller
Yeah, we drinking Patron and put your 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

acting like they killing the town
Pardon me lord, I was sipping that
This goes for the rappers, clappers
Yo, Wigs, get the cameras is a bunch of actors

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

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

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