Luyện nghe bài hát Southland Killers

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

Niggas all across town, all up in the
niggas makin' faces like the rock on the curb
Nigga elbow, the loud-mouthed hold
And groupie niggas bangin' for passes to the
Big-ass wit' plenty of O's
And hoes big lips 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
legendary villian, who started the fuss
Nigga glock, cocked, get your shit rocked
Get your crib knocked, nigga have that rib
Under bosses and trouble, they my rubble
Clone motherfuckers, always the villain, like the
Fuck your bubble, I them shits
Plaques and shit, my dick, spit these hits

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

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

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

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

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, rely on the
When your paper gets pulled and you design is
you, signed the deal, or signed over your will
Busters get slayed you fuck around with real
Take time to feel, what I'm you hoes
You couldn't around with me if I was sellin' you blows

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

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