Luyện nghe bài hát Southland Killers

Yeah, you all what the fuck this is
MC motherfuckin' ran up in bitch nigga
Yeah, all you all bitch-ass niggas out here all that shit
We about to drop motherfucker on you all like this
Punk ass niggas out here,
We some southland killers in motherfucker

Niggas all across town, all up in the
While niggas makin' faces like the on the curb
Nigga people's elbow, the hold
And groupie niggas bangin' for to the show
cheques wit' plenty of O's
And hoes wit' big lips what they supposed
Didn't have till I started to bust
And got shit 'cos of my balls are cussed

Ren and Cypress Hill, they liver than us
legendary villian, who started the fuss
Nigga double glock, cocked, get shit rocked
Get crib knocked, nigga have that rib popped
Under bosses and trouble, they under my
motherfuckers, always the villain, like the hubble
Fuck your bubble, I them shits
Plaques and shit, grab my dick, spit these

All, my niggas, do you ride wit' us?
(Do ya wanna wit us?)
(Killers!)
Throw your up, man we's about to bust
(Man about to bust)
(Killers!)
Cypress Hill click, we ready for war
(Yeah we for war)
(Killers!)
All you all niggas, just hit the floor
(Killers!)

I'm close to the thing, on the west wing
out your set, flames when the best sing
It's a rep thing, haters they chest pain
They feel it in they heart, I was there to things
arrest them, the bullet-proof vest team
These niggas shoot first they they askin' check
It's less strain, it's all real, I bet fame, it's a chess
Wrong move and checkmate

I might funny out here
But really, niggas get out here
And hey, everyday is sunny out
So listen, don't play out here
King try for bust your whole pack run
enough cash so now I stack guns
Fat ones, all cold and black
Southland killin', it's just how done

All my niggas, do you ride wit' us?
(Do ya ride wit us?)
(Killers!)
your clips up, man we's about to bust
(Man we's to bust)
(Killers!)
Cypress Hill click, we ready for war
(Yeah we for war)
(Killers!)
All you all niggas, better just hit the
(Killers!)

You can try to ride the hill, lie on the hill
But when shit talk starts is when die on the hill
We get, high on the hill, on the steel
When your paper gets and you design is steeled
Like you, signed the deal, or signed over will
get slayed when you fuck around with real
Take time to feel, what I'm tellin' you
You couldn't fuck around with me if I was sellin' you

Just to show the incredible skill tell
Bitch nigga, now you trapped under my wig
Gettin' trampled, dumped on and on
Scraped on the with the hand on the pump song
Don't even fuck with Southland grandes
We the vatos run on Los Angeles
Call me mad dog, if you you know me
If you're not then turn around and leave slowly

All my niggas, do you ride wit' us?
(Do ya ride wit us?)
(Killers!)
Throw clips up, man we's about to bust
(Man we's to bust)
(Killers!)
Hill click, yeah we ready for war
(Yeah we for war)
(Killers!)
All you all niggas, just hit the floor
(Killers!)