Luyện nghe bài hát Southland Killers

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

all across town, all up in the suburbs
While niggas makin' faces like the on the curb
people's elbow, the loud-mouthed hold
And groupie niggas bangin' for passes to the
Big-ass cheques plenty of O's
And hoes wit' big doin' what they supposed
have shit till I started to bust
And y'all got 'cos of my balls are cussed

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

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, yeah we 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 wing
Blown out your set, when the best sing
It's a rep thing, haters feel they pain
They feel it in heart, I was there to test things
arrest 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
move and it's checkmate

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

All my niggas, do you wanna ride us?
(Do ya ride wit us?)
(Killers!)
Throw your clips up, man about to bust
(Man we's to bust)
(Killers!)
Hill click, yeah 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 talk starts is die on the hill
We get, high on the hill, rely on the
your paper gets pulled and you design is steeled
Like you, signed the deal, or signed over your
Busters get slayed when you fuck 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 show the skill tell
Bitch nigga, now you trapped my wig well
Gettin' trampled, on and thumped on
Scraped on the with the hand on the pump song
Don't fuck with these Southland grandes
We the vatos that run on Los
Call me mad dog, if you think you me
If you're not sure then turn around and slowly

All my niggas, do you ride wit' us?
(Do ya wanna wit us?)
(Killers!)
Throw your clips up, man about 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!)