Luyện nghe bài hát Southland Killers

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

all across town, all up in the suburbs
While niggas makin' faces like the rock on the
Nigga people's elbow, the loud-mouthed
And groupie niggas bangin' for passes to the
Big-ass wit' plenty of O's
And hoes wit' big doin' what they supposed
Didn't have shit till I to bust
And y'all got shit of my balls are cussed

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

All, my niggas, do you wanna wit' us?
(Do ya wanna wit us?)
(Killers!)
Throw your clips up, man we's to bust
(Man about to bust)
(Killers!)
Hill 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
out your set, flames when the best sing
It's a rep thing, feel they chest pain
They feel it in they heart, I was to test things
Didn't them, the bullet-proof vest team
These niggas shoot they they askin' check names
It's less strain, it's all real, I bet fame, a chess game
Wrong move and checkmate

I sound funny out here
But really, get money out here
And hey, everyday is out here
So listen, play dummy 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', it's just how done

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

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

Just goes to show the incredible tell
Bitch nigga, now you under my wig well
Gettin' trampled, 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
Call me mad dog, if you think you 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 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!)