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 is scopin'
The is smokin'
This blood it be
The
The
The I'm locin'
We up in the
My victim in
try to get franic
Got blowed off the
They 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 Infamous
But I am loco I will
Your off your shoulders

(Project Pat)
Mister robbers
with some charges
You fake
We gonna finish you started
Yo is a nigga set
you best ah have a gat
Smoke a
that trigga
Memphis nigga Pat
I'm down like the souldier on a killin' 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 you shall drown

(Koopsta Knicca)
Too dim not
Now the koopstas off the
Only real G's to me
my (?)
People sayin'
Tryin' to take me as a
But this pimp shit
go I ti-zook all of you hoes
Loadin' up my
Daily fuckin' wit my
Runnin' my visitations
the coo fool can ya face me
Claim to be my
When ya takin' a look
I guess on then
Big bizness
No on my book
Manne this is hectic
So I'm up to god
Me and my charge booga
a rapper down with bars
Party sells 17's I dwell
Stale on my shelf
I'm fellin' as if I'm in
Yea soon I be
Pale if it's swell
platinum with the (?)
Deja Vu when I left
Oh me isn't a binitch
excuse me for my frenech
But you writin' all these
If ya me then ya feel me

(Crunchy Black)
In the hood I dwell
And I dwell well
For you hatin' ass bitches
Manne you might as well burn in
When you smell the
>From them blunts when I hit
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 with the
In a fuckin' box
Don't you try to call the cop
Cause a nigga ain't gonna

(Project Pat)
Shootin', cappin', and chill
you so calleds know the deal
Hollow tips yo ass gonna
Roll yo bitch and you real
with the click, the crew, the clan
You gon'
G's swangin' out they
Have you stankin' the flies
Cries up out yo mouth
But muffled by the tone
When I the trigga back
You the enternal zone
Southside
Always strapped with them thangs
Pat
Memphis,
them killaz hang