Luyện nghe bài hát She's A Killah

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

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

Gangstas give it up,
Big cups of Goose stay filled it up, we four wheeled it up
I would to shorty but her ass ain't big enough
Her friends look 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
Even fat get twist into pretzels, Toney Starks special

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 ya, oh, my ice is iller
Yeah, we drinking Patron and put your 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

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

Baby's shit like J-Lo, her thing 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, yay high
Button-up pink boss shirt, necktie
Every in the club wanna eat that thigh

Surprise she on her toes like a prized ballerina
She tight, her grounds is out in Medina
This pretty handle her biz, she carry those 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, nobody realer
Oh, you got a man, I'ma 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 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

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

Yet, my heat sing like Caesar
You can come me at, your own leisure
I'm ballin', gettin' money 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
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, I'ma 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