Luyện nghe bài hát Southland Killers

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

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

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

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

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

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!)
Hill click, yeah we ready 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 your shit talk starts is when die on the hill
We get, high on the hill, on the steel
When your paper gets and you design is steeled
Like you, signed the deal, or over your will
Busters get slayed when you around 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 my wig well
trampled, dumped on and thumped on
Scraped on the with the hand on the pump song
Don't even fuck these Southland grandes
We the vatos that run on Los
Call me mad dog, if you think you me
If you're not sure turn around and leave slowly

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