Luyện nghe bài hát Southland Killers

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

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

Ren and Cypress Hill, they ain't than us
Nigga legendary villian, who started the
Nigga double glock, cocked, get your rocked
Get your crib knocked, nigga have rib popped
Under bosses and trouble, they under my
motherfuckers, always the villain, like the hubble
Fuck your bubble, I them shits
Plaques and shit, grab my dick, spit these

All, my niggas, do you ride wit' us?
(Do ya ride wit us?)
(Killers!)
Throw your clips up, man we's 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 they chest pain
They feel it in they heart, I was there to test
Didn't them, the bullet-proof vest team
These shoot first 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 funny out
But really, niggas get out here
And hey, everyday is sunny out
So listen, don't dummy out here
King try for bust your whole pack run
Stacked enough cash so now I stack
Fat ones, all cold and ones
killin', it's 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, we ready for war
(Yeah we for war)
(Killers!)
All you all niggas, just hit the floor
(Killers!)

You can try to ride with the hill, lie on the
But when your 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
Like you, signed the deal, or signed your will
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 incredible tell
Bitch nigga, now you under my wig well
Gettin' trampled, dumped on and on
Scraped on the with the hand on the pump song
Don't even fuck with these Southland
We the vatos that run on Los
Call me mad dog, if you you know me
If not sure then turn around and leave slowly

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