Luyện nghe bài hát Southland Killers

Yeah, you all know the fuck this is
MC ran up in this 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
Nigga people's elbow, the loud-mouthed
And groupie bangin' for passes to the show
Big-ass wit' plenty of O's
And hoes wit' big lips doin' they supposed
Didn't have shit till I to bust
And got shit 'cos of my balls are cussed

Ren and Cypress Hill, they liver than us
Nigga legendary villian, who the fuss
double glock, cocked, get your shit rocked
Get your crib knocked, have that rib popped
bosses and trouble, they under my rubble
Clone motherfuckers, the villain, like the hubble
Fuck your bubble, I them shits
Plaques and shit, grab my dick, these hits

All, my niggas, do you wanna wit' us?
(Do ya wanna wit us?)
(Killers!)
your clips up, man we's 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, 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 it in they heart, I was there to test things
Didn't them, the bullet-proof vest team
These niggas shoot first they askin' check names
It's less strain, it's all real, I bet fame, it's a chess
move and it's checkmate

I might sound out here
But really, get money out here
And hey, everyday is out here
So listen, don't dummy out here
try for bust make your whole pack run
Stacked enough cash so now I guns
Fat ones, all cold and black
Southland killin', just how that's done

All my niggas, do you wanna wit' us?
(Do ya ride wit us?)
(Killers!)
Throw your clips up, man we's about to
(Man about to bust)
(Killers!)
Cypress Hill click, yeah we 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 is when die on the hill
We get, high on the hill, on the steel
When your paper pulled and you design is steeled
Like you, signed the deal, or signed over your
Busters get slayed you fuck around with real
Take time to feel, what I'm tellin' you
You couldn't fuck around with me if I was sellin' you

Just goes to show the skill tell
Bitch nigga, now you under my wig well
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 that run on Los Angeles
Call me mad dog, if you you know me
If you're not sure then turn around and leave

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