Luyện nghe bài hát Where Da Killaz Hang

I represent them killaz hang

(Lord Infamous)
The ganja I'm
The get broken
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
try to get franic
Got off the planet
don't understand it
Soldiers can't it
That's how I it
Fuck you
My
for static
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 some charges
You fake
We gonna finish what you
Yo is a nigga set
you best ah have a gat
Smoke a
that trigga
Memphis Project Pat
I'm down like the Kamakaze on a killin' spree
Once we get it dog
You have to murder me
Who I be
I'm hidin' in the bushes
Push us to the
Ghetto
Off your blood you drown

(Koopsta Knicca)
Too dim not
Now the off the streets
Only real G's to me
my (?)
People sayin'
Tryin' to me as a joke
But this shit bitch
Can't go I all of you hoes
Loadin' up my
Daily wit my patience
Runnin' my visitations
the coo fool can ya face me
Claim to be my
When ya takin' a 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 booga
He's a rapper down with
sells 17's where I dwell
Stale pastrys on my
I'm fellin' as if I'm in
Yea I be bailed
Pale if it's swell
Triple platinum the (?)
Vu fuck when I left
Oh me this a binitch
Please excuse me for my
But you writin' all these
If ya me then ya feel me

(Crunchy Black)
In the hood I dwell
And I dwell real
For you hatin' ass bitches
Manne you might as well in hell
When you the aroma
>From them blunts when I hit
Don't you
you dodge
Cause only gonna be
Murder murder on my
Leavin' in the pass
you drop that fuckin' glass
Manne I bet'cha I yo ass
pop with the glock
In a pine 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 the deal
Hollow tips yo ass feel
Roll yo dice bitch and you
Fuckin' with the click, the crew, the
You recognize
G's swangin' out trees
Have you stankin' with the
comin' up out yo mouth
But muffled by the tone
I pull the trigga back
You enter the enternal
Southside
Always stayin' with them thangs
Pat
Memphis,
Where them hang