Luyện nghe bài hát She's A Killah

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

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

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

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

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, ain't realer
Oh, you got a man, I'ma ya, oh, my ice is iller
Yeah, we drinking and put your number in my phone and
trying 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 to the morning

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

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

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

Surprise she stay on her toes a prized ballerina
She tight, her stomping 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
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, I'ma steal ya, oh, my ice is
Yeah, we drinking and put your 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 acting like they killing the
Pardon me lord, I was that brown
goes for the rappers, non-gun clappers
Yo, Wigs, get the cameras is a bunch of actors

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

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, 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