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

all across town, all up in the suburbs
While niggas faces like the rock on the curb
Nigga people's elbow, the hold
And groupie bangin' for passes to the show
Big-ass wit' plenty of O's
And hoes wit' big lips doin' what they
Didn't shit till I started to bust
And y'all got shit 'cos of my are cussed

Ren and Cypress Hill, ain't liver than us
Nigga legendary villian, who started the
Nigga glock, cocked, get your shit rocked
Get your crib knocked, nigga that rib popped
Under bosses and trouble, under my rubble
Clone motherfuckers, always the villain, the hubble
your bubble, I bust them shits
Plaques and shit, my dick, spit these hits

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

I'm to the best thing, on the west wing
Blown out your set, flames when the 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 shoot first they they askin' check names
It's less strain, it's all real, I bet fame, it's a chess
Wrong move and checkmate

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

All my niggas, do you ride wit' us?
(Do ya ride wit us?)
(Killers!)
Throw 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, just hit the floor
(Killers!)

You can try to ride with the hill, lie on the
But when shit talk starts is when die on the hill
We get, high on the hill, on the steel
When paper gets pulled and you design is steeled
Like you, the deal, or signed over your will
Busters get slayed when you fuck with real
Take to feel, what I'm tellin' you hoes
You couldn't fuck around me if I was sellin' you blows

Just goes to show the incredible skill
Bitch nigga, now you trapped under my wig
trampled, dumped on and thumped on
Scraped on the six-five the hand on the pump song
Don't fuck with these Southland grandes
We the that run on Los Angeles
me mad dog, if you think you know me
If you're not then turn around and leave slowly

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