Luyện nghe bài hát Southland Killers

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

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

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 bosses and trouble, under my rubble
Clone motherfuckers, the villain, like the hubble
Fuck your bubble, I them shits
Plaques and shit, grab my dick, spit hits

All, my niggas, do you ride wit' 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, better hit the floor
(Killers!)

I'm close to the best thing, on the wing
out your set, flames when the best sing
It's a rep thing, haters feel they chest
They feel it in they heart, I was to test things
Didn't them, the bullet-proof vest team
These niggas shoot first they they askin' names
It's less strain, it's all real, I bet fame, it's a chess
Wrong move and it's

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

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

You can try to ride with the hill, lie on the
But your shit talk starts is when die on the hill
We get, high on the hill, on the steel
When your paper pulled and you design is steeled
Like you, the deal, or signed over your will
Busters get slayed when you fuck around real
Take time to feel, what I'm you hoes
You fuck around with me if I was sellin' you blows

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

All my niggas, do you wanna ride 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!)