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

Niggas all across town, all up in the
While niggas makin' like the rock on the curb
people's elbow, the loud-mouthed hold
And groupie bangin' for passes to the show
Big-ass cheques wit' of O's
And wit' big lips doin' what they supposed
have shit 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 started the
Nigga double glock, cocked, get your rocked
Get your crib knocked, nigga have that rib
Under and trouble, they under my rubble
Clone motherfuckers, always the villain, like the
Fuck bubble, I bust them shits
Plaques and shit, my dick, spit these hits

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

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

I might sound out here
But really, niggas get out here
And hey, is sunny out here
So listen, don't play out here
King try for bust make your pack run
enough cash so now I stack guns
Fat ones, all cold and ones
Southland killin', just 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 to bust
(Man about to bust)
(Killers!)
Cypress Hill click, yeah we 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 is when die on the hill
We get, high on the hill, rely on the
When your 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, I'm tellin' you hoes
You couldn't 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, on and thumped on
Scraped on the with the hand on the pump song
Don't even fuck with these grandes
We the vatos 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 wanna wit us?)
(Killers!)
Throw your clips up, man we's to bust
(Man about to bust)
(Killers!)
Cypress click, yeah we ready for war
(Yeah we for war)
(Killers!)
All you all niggas, just hit the floor
(Killers!)