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 to muffle that 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 to shorty but her ass ain't big enough
Her friends look like the that'll just give it up

From abyss to gecko, stay bum rushing them like Joe Klecko
It's to get a ticket like the Funkmaster Flex show
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 wheeler, oh, ain't 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 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
She'll murder you while your breakfast
You'll die wanting to try how her sex is

Baby's shit wiggle J-Lo, her thing so good
you hit it, you be having to pray, yo
Don't wanna bust fast, best be on 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, blue
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
She's a killer, shorty, is a

Oh, hop in my four wheeler, oh, ain't nobody
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 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

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 is a bunch of actors

Yet, my sing like Shirley Caesar
You can test 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
a killer, shorty, is a killer

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