Luyện nghe bài hát Who's Da Killer?

who's da killer the motherfuckin nigga
the one that pull the gun the one that squeaze the fucking
the cops wanna ask me, wanna me
about dead body in the grass G
If you think Im gonna talk your wrong
cause in the ghetto, dont live long
so Ima mind my own and keep
and dont ask me no motherfuckin murder weapon
my kids still ringin from the gun
because it all so fast
I my nigga Lil Mark going to heaven
black victim of 187
his mom might be but she aint shocked
her son lived and died by the fucking
and how the story goes
everybody in the ghetto getting by the po po's
but ill never help your ass in game nigga...
Who's Da

P]
Rat-tat-tat-Rat-tat-tat-Rat-tat-tat- quick to put in your cap
and walk your hood with my mug on
call me p or call me Al Capone
a nigga with no
I was born in the ghetto, homeless in a shopping
up the street by a dope fiend
took to a crack house and to use a triple beam
and ever then Ive been crazy
step to a nigga like me pushing daisies
cause Im quick this in ass to the county
and while your dead wipe blood up with bounty
from the to the hearse and that assed up
put bullets in your ass like a truck
eliminating fools like a rat
and floss my 380 married to a
and that ill be a 10
so when i run up on a set you know ima do you in

Ed]
late night in the cutti to have some fun
got a page on my it was number 1
reached for the mobile got it down to
tuner called my lady "Yo, going out?"
she asked me were the are you at, and yo nigga
do you have your motherfucking
im strapped, and i ran around the block
then she told me my my older got shot
I got to the house and I up the door
and there was my lyin dead on the floor
and it has me tripped, my ace got
cause they caught his ass
creep the hood with my hand on my gat
I gotta get those fools who put my brother on his
seen some niggaz up the block, released the
oh I leave someone is going to hate me
boot it up take every fucking
out for revenge to find out whos da killer

[King
All the way to the county thats they had me
they player one trying to bag me
they stressing had a bad bad attitude
he got the word from the i was a bad dude
in the my mind did the linger
I keeped yelling im a rap singer
but nobody listened to a fresh fits
They bust me off like ears got sound sick
to the saga coming from my jailsell
I around when you hear the fuckin bell yell
I got involved in a scabble thats a fist
when the foo bust out a knife
he started swingin i ducking
started It was a foo who was down
with the proven, I a ride on the
C-2 block
I stay strapped my rock in a sock
for a foo to come when its my way
sell lurked you motherfucking didy date
then he promise he was down with the linching
tear gas had the whole floor
I breath I was lying in my tin bed
when a goon grabbed me by my forhead
he picked me up and put me his fucking shoulder
I Bitch you let me die like a soldier
damn it was a trip King could think
all my boys on the motherfucking
everywhere I rome every all dead
god damn I was like Gotti
in a sell i was like a big black gorilla
many died, but saw the killer

you should of know your fucking with a motherfucking
I aint playing with a full day, and my minds about to
I walked out the house to see if shitwas fucking TRU
two slugs to the dome and his face was all
retalliation fuck the penitention gamble
garb the tech, pump the facing
up my boy cause niggaz say some
where he at?, jumped in the prowler
slow rolling slow, rolling fucking slow
cut the lights off there the nigga go
rolled on the set grab the mask the tech out
its a driveby sprayed the niggaz I was
em go you should of seen
but in the process I cut a slug
dead up in my chest, cops chase me
a nigga, I gave the cops the alias
now the fucking killer

G]
Calli G out by society
I used to a 95 even bitches find me
so I to be a stray for the white man
so you see me its a gat in my right hand
Dopeman
nigga the base so you know me selling cocain
you fucking with the man foo, start the funk
I do a drop on you and your whole crew
so a last thanksgiving foo
no turkey cause you be living dude
you catch 17 from my cap peeler
no when is, now whos the motherfucking killer

a foo got smarks so they calling me the trigger
po po's got a snitch trying to me as the killer
me and I got them foo's spoop
I dre say ya fuck with me, then its a must that I with you
cause dont talk, gimme three hops in the county
motherfuckers you figure it out, cause bout a like me
if I gotta a nigga ima do it on the solo creep
cause I be damned if I tell em my self
some niggaz ill sell you off like on the bitch
but anyway, to the story, ya have no nuts, no glory
no evidence to cut a loose, and that nigga that was snitching
ws kuku for coco foo, cause i mean a nigga thats spook
try to but everybody know he wasn't cool
2 weeks past and the missing
they found a nigga dead, two to the temple
put that boy to sleep
gave the fool a big fist and put his ass six feet
it might have been me whos know
the motherfucking killer