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 out here talkin all that shit
We about to drop this motherfucker on you all like
Punk ass out here, nigga
We some southland killers in motherfucker

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

Ren and Cypress Hill, they ain't liver us
legendary villian, who started the fuss
Nigga double glock, cocked, get your rocked
Get your knocked, nigga have that rib popped
Under and trouble, they under my rubble
Clone motherfuckers, always the villain, the hubble
Fuck your bubble, I bust shits
and shit, grab my dick, spit these hits

All, my niggas, do you wanna wit' us?
(Do ya wanna wit us?)
(Killers!)
Throw your up, man we's about to bust
(Man about to bust)
(Killers!)
Cypress click, yeah we ready for war
(Yeah we for war)
(Killers!)
All you all niggas, better just hit the
(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 feel chest pain
They feel it in heart, I was there to test things
arrest them, the bullet-proof vest team
These niggas shoot first they they check names
less strain, it's all real, I bet fame, it's a chess game
Wrong move and checkmate

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

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!)
Cypress click, yeah we ready for war
(Yeah we for war)
(Killers!)
All you all niggas, better just hit the
(Killers!)

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

Just goes to show the skill tell
nigga, now you trapped under my wig well
Gettin' trampled, on and thumped on
Scraped on the six-five with the hand on the pump
even fuck with these Southland grandes
We the that run on Los Angeles
Call me mad dog, if you you know me
If you're not sure then around and leave slowly

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