Luyện nghe bài hát Where Da Killaz Hang

I where them killaz hang

(Lord Infamous)
The I'm chokin'
The laws'll get
The pussies are
The is scopin'
The pistol is
This it be soakin'
The
The
The I'm locin'
We up in the
My victim in
try to get franic
Got off the planet
don't understand it
Soldiers can't 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 want to approach Infamous
But I am I will blow
Your off your shoulders

(Project Pat)
Mister murderer
Niggas with charges
You fake
We gonna what you started
Yo is a nigga set
you best ah have a gat
Smoke a
With that
Memphis Project Pat
I'm down the Kamakaze souldier on a killin' spree
we get into it dog
You have to murder 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 koopstas off the
Only G's close to me
my (?)
People sayin'
to take me as a joke
But this pimp shit
Can't go I all of you hoes
Loadin' up my
Daily fuckin' wit my
Runnin' from my
Just the coo fool can ya me
to be my friend
When ya a second look
I guess it's on
Big bizness
No on my book
Manne this is hectic
So I'm up to god
Me and my partna booga
He's a rapper down with
Party sells 17's where I
Stale pastrys on my
I'm fellin' as if I'm in
Yea I be bailed
Pale well if swell
platinum with the (?)
Deja Vu fuck I left
Oh me isn't this a
Please me for my frenech
But you writin' all these
If ya hear me then ya me

(Crunchy Black)
In the where I dwell
And I real well
For you playa ass bitches
Manne you might as well in hell
you smell the aroma
>From them blunts when I hit
you duck
Don't you
it's only gonna be
Murder on my mind
Leavin' in the pass
When you that fuckin' glass
Manne I bet'cha I yo ass
Nigga pop the glock
In a fuckin' box
Don't you try to the fuckin' cop
Cause a nigga ain't gonna

(Project Pat)
Shootin', cappin', jack and
you so calleds know the deal
Hollow tips yo ass feel
Roll yo bitch and you real
with the click, the crew, the clan
You recognize
G's out they trees
Have you stankin' the flies
Cries comin' up out yo
But they by the tone
When I pull the back
You enter the zone
Southside
Always stayin' with them thangs
Pat
Memphis,
them killaz hang