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

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

From abyss to gecko, stay bum rushing them like Joe Klecko
It's hard to get a ticket like the Funkmaster 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
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 and put your number in my phone 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

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

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

Surprise she on her toes like a prized ballerina
She tight, her stomping grounds is out in
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
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, 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 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 me at, your own leisure
I'm ballin', Arab money and I pop champagne
And go hit shorty, shaking that thang

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