Luyện nghe bài hát Where Da Killaz Hang

I represent where them killaz

(Lord Infamous)
The I'm chokin'
The get broken
The are open
The killas is
The is smokin'
This blood it be
The
The
The I'm locin'
We up in the
My in panic
try to get franic
Got off the planet
don't understand it
Soldiers stand it
That's how I it
you goddamnit
My
for static
Blastery
you in plastic
Way my be twisted
Got me gotta have it
Niggas to approach Lord 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
Bitch you ah have a gat
a nigga
With that
nigga Project Pat
I'm down like the Kamakaze on a killin' spree
we get into it dog
You gonna have to me
Who I be
I'm in the bushes layin'
us to the ground
Ghetto
Off your blood you shall

(Koopsta Knicca)
Too dim not
Now the off the streets
Only G's close to me
my (?)
People folks
Tryin' to me as a joke
But this shit bitch
go I ti-zook all of you hoes
Loadin' up my
Daily fuckin' wit my
from my visitations
Just the coo can ya face me
Claim to be my
When ya a second look
I guess on then
Big bitch
No money on my
Manne shit is hectic
So I'm up to god
Me and my charge partna
a rapper down with bars
Party 17's where I dwell
Stale on my shelf
I'm fellin' as if I'm in
Yea soon I be
Pale well if swell
Triple with the (?)
Deja Vu fuck when I
Oh me isn't a binitch
excuse me for my frenech
But you writin' all lyrics
If ya hear me ya feel me

(Crunchy Black)
In the where I dwell
And I dwell well
For you playa ass bitches
you might as well burn in hell
When you the aroma
>From them blunts I hit corners
Don't you
you dodge
Cause it's only be
Murder murder on my
Leavin' in the pass
When you drop 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 ain't gonna stop

(Project Pat)
Shootin', cappin', jack and
Lettin' you so calleds know the
Hollow tips yo ass gonna
yo dice bitch and you real
Fuckin' with the click, the crew, the
You gon'
G's out they trees
Have you stankin' the flies
comin' up out yo mouth
But muffled by the tone
When I the trigga back
You enter the zone
killas
Always strapped with them thangs
Pat
Memphis,
Where killaz hang