Luyện nghe bài hát Tekilla Sunrise

Killers in spanish in Sante Fe
Eses all hammer play
Desell Marachi, to watch me
It's a Tekilla Sunrise, the sky
Tea rocks in the watch be but hot see
Got these my nigga Vatche
How big your blanks be, nothin scot-free
I'm ready to cop three, talk to me
the shots put out the Nazi's
Call off Rockies
Yo pap cockin back the glocksies
Pap had to stop three, two ready to
mop me, drop me, proceeded with the head of the
Bread in their
The sly chick out with three bricks
from out of the V-6, yeah like peep this
Yeah you got sweetness
ebony G's to bust open
One of the get the heavenly freeze
I'm runnin these
Yo hasta luego,
And up and we go
before they to bring the beef burritos
While count the Fritos
I'm makin my way to the
Big bag of the megalitos, three kilos
about four vitos
with bullet belts filled up torpedos
I'm leavin niggaz tore though when I draw heat yo
Tryin to leave me in the street yo
Mami ?? con

at sunset, I'm leavin one wet
Slowly I step, my head sweats, my on my Tec
I die for my respect, let the slugs and connect
All for the wreck, gotta my rep on the set
Tekilla Sunrise, my two wives, who lives or dies
Leavin my rivals, flat on back facin the sky
From out the left, your last breath, death in disguise
With open you dead in the desert, Tekilla Sunrise

I'm cockin on low, to hurt foes on dirt roads
Makin my hand jerk from every burst I gave the blow
alert though, givin em red glows, givin they shirt holes
Three birds'll blow up in the seat, I swear to God fuck
she could've a model, Coke bottle figure, instead
she bent it just like a Desperado, her hair hollow
Two slugs to swallow -- next to follow?
Some behind some cactuses
hazardous, who these niggaz is with low shot averages
Bustin right back at they cabbages, em flashbacks
of baby carriages, mexican inside this Lex is
tryin to my shit, drivin reckless
Look like he
Pulled the tinted glass and let the Tec spit
It's hectic, car flew in bodega with his hit
and head was seperate, totally disconnected
Bust back two
at ones that standin with cannons up on the
drew glocks, but my 20/20 spot em for two blocks
I'm wettin like it's rainfall they doin dew drops
Two shots came out saloon doors
I'm blowin shit up like wars
I got no room for
Assume sure, the head honcho was bullet wounds
Out in the dusty sand, gun was still in his
the can when shit hit the fan
Fuckin with this G Rap the Hitman

"This is Mary White live from the town of
Seenalojo, Me-xi-co, where are dead bodies
LITTERING THE STREETS. Details sketchy at
thr moment but -- this appears to be a deal gone bad.
Mexican authorities have arrived on the HIDEOUS scene
and will be a statement shortly.
This is Mary White live from the town of
Seenalojo, Me-xi-co. to you DICK."

Showdown at sunset, I'm one wet
Slowly I step, my sweats, my hand on my Tec
I die for my respect, let the and bodies connect
All for the wreck, support my rep on the set
Tekilla Sunrise, my two wives, decides who lives or
Leavin my rivals, on they back facin the sky
out the left, took your last breath, death in disguise
With open eyes you dead in the desert, Sunrise