Luyện nghe bài hát Where Da Killaz Hang

I where them killaz hang

(Lord Infamous)
The ganja I'm
The laws'll get
The pussies are
The killas is
The is smokin'
This it be soakin'
The
The
The Snizote I'm
We up in the
My in panic
They try to get
Got blowed off the
They understand it
Soldiers stand it
how I planned it
Fuck you
My
Ready for
Blastery
you in plastic
Way my mind be
Got me itchin' have it
want to approach Lord Infamous
But I am loco I will
Your off your shoulders

(Project Pat)
Mister murderer
Niggas with charges
You mothafuckas
We finish what you started
Yo heart is a set
Bitch you best ah a gat
a nigga
With that
Memphis Project Pat
I'm down like the Kamakaze souldier on a killin'
we get into it dog
You gonna to murder me
Who I be
I'm hidin' in the layin'
Push us to the
Ghetto
Off blood you shall drown

(Koopsta Knicca)
Too dim not
Now the off the streets
real G's close to me
my (?)
People folks
to take me as a joke
But pimp shit bitch
Can't go I ti-zook all of you
up my mind
Daily fuckin' wit my
Runnin' from my
the coo fool can ya face me
Claim to be my
ya takin' a second look
I guess it's on
Big bizness
No on my book
Manne this shit is
So I'm up to god
Me and my partna booga
He's a rapper down bars
Party sells 17's I dwell
Stale pastrys on my
I'm as if I'm in hell
Yea I be bailed
well if it's swell
Triple platinum the (?)
Vu fuck when I left
Oh me isn't this a
Please excuse me for my
But you writin' all these
If ya hear me then ya me

(Crunchy Black)
In the hood where I
And I dwell well
For you hatin' ass bitches
Manne you as well burn in hell
When you the aroma
them blunts when I hit corners
Don't you
Don't you
Cause it's only be
Murder on my mind
blank in the pass
When you drop that 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 know the deal
Hollow tips yo ass feel
yo dice bitch and you real
Fuckin' the click, the crew, the clan
You recognize
G's swangin' out they
Have you stankin' the flies
Cries up out yo mouth
But muffled by the tone
I pull the trigga back
You enter the enternal
killas
Always strapped with them thangs
Pat
Memphis,
them killaz hang