Luyện nghe bài hát To All The Killas

To all the killers and the hundred dollar
To niggaz, who ain't got no feelings
To all the killers and the dollar billers
To real to real niggaz

K B X, yo, yo
Who wants to test the
Infrared nine at your spine, you vegetable
the bullet not

Don't get in drop when the light change
Left that light frame eject on the flight plane
Peace to thug on this shit that we on
Get your heat on, guzzle that Bacardi le-mon

a don, I'm on symotic over your block shit
Pop shit, the glock spit, lay you like carpets
I roll with that sniff coke and tote guns
And take funds, whether ones or sulibate nuns

Shit's official, fuck mics, it's five pistols
Never you, penetrate your body tissue
Keep you runnin' runner, sweatin' like summer
Then someone unexpectedly guns ya from the Tididel
Beat that ass like drama, fade 'em out like Summa
Forever Wu-Tang, my crew bang like accidents

For niggaz who feel this is on some numb shit
Gun shit, peace to my jail who run shit
thugs buggin' on birds, we serve 'em purpose
The same forty five in your mouth, up, you're worthless

Extreme measures, treasures, plus the safe scavengers
Pepper in your face, purple haze, lace hash from a rocko burnin'
We on the block earnin' thousands from PJ's to
Diggin' pockets, rip trousers, a dutch, start a forest fire

Tap, drop a diamond, informant niggaz walk police
We on some eighty six, stick-up impulse
The last are crime, son, take it as an insult

To all the and the hundred dollar billers
To real niggaz, who got no feelings
To all the and the hundred dollar billers
To real niggaz to niggaz

To all the killers and the hundred billers
To real niggaz, who ain't got no
To all the killers and the hundred billers
To niggaz to real niggaz

We leave 'em rotten just for plottin' my
Get no of this, we robbin', your position
On the mission to target, is you bitch
My army brigade got the made

We rippin' thru they assholes the triple-edged blade
The executioners droppin' this with peace to the bottomless
symbolic to monogamous hollow tips
Rippin' they vests for respect, nevertheless to impress
We come in vain with some techs

My enemies get torn up by my cavalry
That's constantly shootin' for this life of
Fatality, victory, some war stories
bring treachery, so now I kill you slowly, fuckin' phony

Receiver of many, I with plenty
A poison for they belly, into hell is I send the enemies
If you can the heat, step in the flame
And get fame put to shame 'cuz you lame

Leavin' your rappers slain, truly insane
You leave earth with my scars, sun, moon and stars
Is what you see when my seven half spars

Yo, yo, yo, desert eagle at your
Keepin' you the thug way
Your mug stay the same way the lay

it and seen it thru these blunted contacts
Stolen ax, buy new gats, hot gats, serial
Like fleas, eight million MC's drop to your like church mast
Play fast, full mission from the

Dirty burners blazin' at night, we got the ave
Chrome, nickel-plated, four murder, dead zone
tracin' prints, stolen cars with tints
Bum bitches boostin' gear, sellin' clothes for
Sharp razors faces ugly, snatch a diamond, lovely
Drinkin' Valentine ghetto

To all the killers and the hundred dollar
To real niggaz, who ain't got no
To all the killers and the hundred dollar
To real niggaz to niggaz

To all the killers and the hundred dollar
To real niggaz, who ain't got no
To all the and the hundred dollar billers
To real to real niggaz