Luyện nghe bài hát Where Da Killaz Hang

I represent where them killaz

(Lord Infamous)
The ganja I'm
The laws'll get
The are open
The is scopin'
The is smokin'
blood it be soakin'
The
The
The I'm locin'
We up in the
My victim in
They try to get
Got blowed off the
don't understand it
Soldiers stand it
That's how I it
Fuck you
My
Ready for
Blastery
Have you in
Way my be twisted
Got me itchin' gotta it
Niggas want to approach Lord
But I am loco I will
Your head off shoulders

(Project Pat)
Mister robbers
Niggas with charges
You mothafuckas
We finish what you started
Yo is a nigga set
you best ah have a gat
Smoke a
that trigga
Memphis nigga Pat
I'm down the Kamakaze souldier on a killin' spree
Once we get it dog
You gonna have to me
Who I be
I'm hidin' in the bushes
Push us to the
Ghetto
Off your you shall drown

(Koopsta Knicca)
Too dim not
Now the off the streets
Only real G's to me
my (?)
People sayin'
Tryin' to take me as a
But this pimp shit
Can't go I ti-zook all of you
Loadin' up my
fuckin' wit my patience
Runnin' from my
Just the coo can ya face me
to be my friend
When ya a second look
I guess on then
Big bitch
No on my book
Manne this is hectic
So I'm up to god
Me and my charge partna
He's a rapper with bars
Party sells 17's where I
Stale pastrys on my
I'm fellin' as if I'm in
Yea I be bailed
Pale well if swell
Triple platinum the (?)
Deja Vu fuck when I
Oh me isn't this a
excuse me for my frenech
But you writin' all lyrics
If ya hear me then ya me

(Crunchy Black)
In the hood where I
And I real well
For you playa ass bitches
Manne you might as burn in hell
When you the aroma
them blunts when I hit corners
Don't you
Don't you
Cause only gonna be
Murder on my mind
blank in the pass
When you that fuckin' glass
Manne I I kill yo ass
Nigga pop the glock
In a fuckin' box
you try to call the fuckin' cop
Cause a nigga ain't gonna

(Project Pat)
Shootin', cappin', and chill
you so calleds know the deal
Hollow tips yo ass feel
yo dice bitch and you real
Fuckin' with the click, the crew, the
You recognize
G's swangin' out they
Have you stankin' with the
Cries comin' up out yo
But they by the tone
When I pull the trigga
You the enternal zone
killas
Always strapped with them thangs
Pat
Memphis,
Where them hang