Luyện nghe bài hát Southland Killers

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

Niggas all town, all up in the suburbs
While niggas makin' faces like the on the curb
people's elbow, the loud-mouthed hold
And groupie niggas bangin' for to the show
Big-ass cheques wit' of O's
And hoes wit' big doin' what they supposed
Didn't shit till I started to bust
And y'all got shit 'cos of my balls are

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

All, my niggas, do you wanna wit' us?
(Do ya wanna wit us?)
(Killers!)
Throw your clips up, man 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 best thing, on the wing
Blown out set, flames when the best sing
It's a rep thing, haters feel they chest
They feel it in they heart, I was there to things
Didn't arrest them, the bullet-proof team
niggas shoot first they they askin' check names
It's less strain, it's all real, I bet fame, it's a chess
Wrong and it's checkmate

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

All my niggas, do you wanna ride us?
(Do ya wanna wit us?)
(Killers!)
your 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, better just hit the
(Killers!)

You can try to ride with the hill, lie on the
But when your shit starts is when die on the hill
We get, high on the hill, on the steel
When paper gets pulled 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 tellin' you
You fuck around with me if I was sellin' you blows

Just goes to show the incredible tell
Bitch nigga, now you under my wig well
trampled, dumped on and thumped on
Scraped on the with the hand on the pump song
Don't even fuck these Southland grandes
We the vatos that run on Los
Call me mad dog, if you think you me
If you're not sure turn around and leave slowly

All my niggas, do you wanna ride us?
(Do ya wanna wit us?)
(Killers!)
Throw clips 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!)