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 motherfucker on you all like
Punk ass niggas out here,
We some southland killers in motherfucker

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

Ren and Cypress Hill, they ain't liver us
Nigga villian, who started the fuss
Nigga double glock, cocked, get your rocked
Get your crib knocked, nigga have that rib
Under bosses and trouble, they my rubble
Clone motherfuckers, always the villain, 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 wanna wit us?)
(Killers!)
your clips 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 west
Blown out your set, flames when the sing
a rep thing, haters feel they chest pain
They it in they heart, I was there to test things
Didn't arrest them, the bullet-proof team
These niggas first they they askin' check names
It's less strain, it's all real, I bet fame, a chess game
move and it's checkmate

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

All my niggas, do you wanna ride us?
(Do ya wanna wit us?)
(Killers!)
Throw 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 ride with the hill, lie on the
But when your shit starts is when die on the hill
We get, high on the hill, rely on the
When paper gets pulled and you design is steeled
Like you, signed the deal, or signed over will
Busters get slayed you fuck around with real
Take to feel, what I'm tellin' 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 trapped under my wig
Gettin' trampled, on and thumped on
Scraped on the six-five with the on the pump song
even fuck with these Southland grandes
We the vatos run on Los Angeles
Call me mad dog, if you you know me
If you're not sure then turn around and 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 Hill click, yeah we for war
(Yeah we for war)
(Killers!)
All you all niggas, just hit the floor
(Killers!)