Luyện nghe bài hát Where Da Killaz Hang

I represent where killaz hang

(Lord Infamous)
The I'm chokin'
The laws'll get
The are open
The is scopin'
The pistol is
This blood it be
The
The
The I'm locin'
We up in the
My in panic
try to get franic
Got blowed off the
They understand it
can't stand it
That's how I it
you goddamnit
My
Ready for
Blastery
Have you in
Way my be twisted
Got me itchin' have it
Niggas want to approach Infamous
But I am loco I will
Your head off shoulders

(Project Pat)
Mister robbers
Niggas with charges
You fake
We gonna what you started
Yo is a nigga set
Bitch you best ah a gat
Smoke a
With that
Memphis Project Pat
I'm down like the Kamakaze souldier on a killin'
we get into it dog
You have to murder me
Who I be
I'm hidin' in the bushes
us to the ground
Ghetto
Off your blood you 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 pimp shit bitch
go I ti-zook all of you hoes
Loadin' up my
Daily wit my patience
from my visitations
Just the coo fool can ya me
Claim to be my
ya takin' 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 down with
Party sells 17's I dwell
Stale pastrys on my
I'm fellin' as if I'm in
Yea I be bailed
Pale if it's swell
Triple with the (?)
Deja Vu fuck I left
Oh me isn't this a
Please 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 well burn in
When you the aroma
them blunts when I hit corners
Don't you
Don't you
it's only gonna be
Murder on my mind
blank in the pass
When you drop that glass
Manne I I kill yo ass
Nigga pop the glock
In a fuckin' box
Don't you try to the fuckin' cop
a nigga ain't gonna stop

(Project Pat)
Shootin', cappin', jack and
you so calleds know the deal
Hollow tips yo ass gonna
Roll yo dice and you real
Fuckin' the click, the crew, the clan
You recognize
G's swangin' out trees
Have you stankin' with the
Cries up out yo mouth
But muffled by the tone
I pull the trigga back
You enter the zone
Southside
stayin' strapped with them thangs
Pat
Memphis,
Where killaz hang