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 out here talkin all that shit
We about to drop motherfucker on you all like this
Punk ass niggas out here,
We some 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 niggas bangin' for passes to the show
cheques wit' plenty of O's
And hoes wit' big doin' what they supposed
Didn't shit till I started to bust
And y'all got shit of my balls are cussed

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

All, my niggas, do you ride wit' us?
(Do ya wanna wit us?)
(Killers!)
Throw your up, man we's about to bust
(Man about to bust)
(Killers!)
Hill click, yeah we ready for war
(Yeah we for war)
(Killers!)
All you all niggas, better just hit the
(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 chest pain
They feel it in they heart, I was there to test
Didn't them, the bullet-proof vest team
These niggas shoot first they they askin' check
It's strain, it's all real, I bet fame, it's a chess game
Wrong move and checkmate

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

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

You can try to with the hill, lie on the hill
But your shit talk starts is when die on the hill
We get, high on the hill, rely on the
When your paper gets and you design is steeled
Like you, the deal, or signed over your will
Busters get slayed when you fuck around with
Take time to feel, I'm tellin' you hoes
You couldn't fuck around me if I was sellin' you blows

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

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