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 talkin all that shit
We about to drop this on you all like this
ass niggas out here, nigga
We some southland killers in motherfucker

Niggas all across town, all up in the
niggas makin' faces like the rock on the curb
Nigga people's elbow, the hold
And groupie niggas for passes to the show
cheques wit' plenty of O's
And hoes wit' big lips what they supposed
Didn't have shit till I started to
And got shit 'cos of my balls are cussed

Ren and Cypress Hill, they ain't liver us
Nigga legendary villian, who the fuss
Nigga double glock, cocked, get shit rocked
Get your crib knocked, 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, 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, just hit the floor
(Killers!)

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

I sound funny out here
But really, niggas get out here
And hey, everyday is out here
So listen, play dummy out here
King try for make your whole pack run
Stacked enough cash so now I guns
Fat ones, all cold and ones
Southland killin', it's how that's done

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 click, yeah 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, on the steel
your paper gets pulled and you design is steeled
Like you, signed the deal, or over your will
Busters get slayed when you fuck with real
Take time to feel, what I'm you hoes
You couldn't fuck 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, dumped on and on
on the six-five with the hand on the pump song
Don't even fuck with Southland grandes
We the vatos run on Los Angeles
me mad dog, if you think you know me
If you're not sure turn around and leave slowly

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