Luyện nghe bài hát Where Da Killaz Hang

I represent where them hang

(Lord Infamous)
The ganja I'm
The laws'll get
The pussies are
The killas is
The pistol is
This blood it be
The
The
The Snizote I'm
We up in the
My victim in
They try to get
Got blowed off the
They understand it
Soldiers can't it
how I planned it
Fuck you
My
Ready for
Blastery
Have you in
Way my mind be
Got me gotta have it
Niggas want to approach Infamous
But I am loco I blow
Your head off shoulders

(Project Pat)
murderer robbers
Niggas some charges
You mothafuckas
We gonna finish you started
Yo is a nigga set
you best ah have a gat
Smoke a
With that
Memphis nigga Pat
I'm down like the Kamakaze souldier on a spree
Once we get it dog
You gonna to murder me
Who I be
I'm in the bushes layin'
us to the ground
Ghetto
Off your blood you drown

(Koopsta Knicca)
Too dim not
Now the koopstas off the
real G's close to me
my (?)
People sayin'
Tryin' to take me as a
But pimp shit bitch
Can't go I ti-zook all of you
Loadin' up my
fuckin' wit my patience
Runnin' my visitations
Just the coo can ya face me
Claim to be my
ya takin' a second look
I it's on then
Big bizness
No money on my
Manne this shit is
So I'm up to god
Me and my charge partna
a rapper down with bars
Party sells where I dwell
Stale pastrys on my
I'm fellin' as if I'm in
Yea soon I be
Pale well if it's
Triple with the (?)
Deja Vu fuck when I
Oh me this a binitch
Please me for my frenech
But you writin' all lyrics
If ya hear me then ya me

(Crunchy Black)
In the where I dwell
And I dwell well
For you playa hatin' ass
Manne you as well burn in hell
When you the aroma
>From them blunts I hit corners
you duck
Don't you
Cause it's only be
murder on my mind
Leavin' blank in the
you drop that fuckin' glass
Manne I I kill yo ass
pop with the glock
In a fuckin' box
Don't you try to the fuckin' cop
Cause a nigga ain't stop

(Project Pat)
Shootin', cappin', and chill
you so calleds know the deal
Hollow tips yo ass feel
Roll yo dice and you real
Fuckin' with the click, the crew, the
You gon'
G's swangin' out trees
Have you stankin' the flies
Cries up out yo mouth
But they by the tone
When I pull the back
You enter the enternal
Southside
Always strapped with them thangs
Pat
Memphis,
Where them killaz