Luyện nghe bài hát Southland Killers

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

Niggas all town, all up in the suburbs
niggas makin' faces like the rock on the curb
Nigga people's elbow, the hold
And groupie niggas bangin' for passes to the
Big-ass cheques plenty of O's
And hoes big lips doin' what they supposed
have 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
Nigga legendary villian, who the fuss
Nigga double glock, cocked, get your shit
Get crib knocked, nigga have that rib popped
bosses and trouble, they under my rubble
Clone motherfuckers, always the villain, like the
Fuck your bubble, I bust them
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!)
Cypress click, yeah we ready for war
(Yeah we for war)
(Killers!)
All you all niggas, just hit the floor
(Killers!)

I'm to the best thing, on the west wing
Blown out set, flames when the best sing
It's a rep thing, haters they chest pain
They feel it in heart, I was there to test things
Didn't arrest them, the vest team
These niggas shoot first they they check names
It's strain, it's all real, I bet fame, it's a chess game
Wrong and it's checkmate

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

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, better just hit the
(Killers!)

You can try to ride with the hill, lie on the
But when your shit talk starts is die on the hill
We get, high on the hill, on the steel
your paper gets pulled and you design is steeled
Like you, signed the deal, or signed over will
Busters get slayed when you fuck around real
Take time to feel, what I'm tellin' you
You fuck around with me if I was sellin' you blows

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Bitch nigga, now you trapped my wig well
trampled, dumped on and thumped on
Scraped on the six-five the hand on the pump song
Don't even fuck these Southland grandes
We the vatos that run on Los
me mad dog, if you think you know me
If you're not sure then turn around and leave

All my niggas, do you wanna ride us?
(Do ya ride 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!)