Luyện nghe bài hát Southland Killers

Yeah, you all know what the this is
MC motherfuckin' ran up in this nigga
Yeah, all you all bitch-ass niggas out here all that shit
We about to drop this motherfucker on you all like
Punk ass out here, nigga
We some killers in this 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 bangin' for to the show
Big-ass cheques plenty of O's
And hoes wit' big lips doin' what supposed
Didn't have shit till I to bust
And y'all got shit 'cos of my are cussed

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

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!)
Cypress Hill click, we ready for war
(Yeah we for war)
(Killers!)
All you all niggas, better hit the floor
(Killers!)

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

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

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

You can try to ride with the hill, lie on the
But your shit talk starts is when die on the hill
We get, high on the hill, rely on the
your paper gets pulled and you design is steeled
Like you, the deal, or signed over your will
Busters get slayed you fuck around 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 the incredible skill tell
Bitch nigga, now you under my wig well
Gettin' trampled, dumped on and on
Scraped on the with the hand on the pump song
Don't even with these Southland grandes
We the vatos 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 ride 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, just hit the floor
(Killers!)