Luyện nghe bài hát Who's Da Killer?

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

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

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late night in the cutti time to some fun
got a on my beeper it was number 1
reached for the mobile phone got it to
tuner called my lady "Yo, going out?"
she me were the fuck are you at, and yo nigga
do you have motherfucking gat?
im strapped, and i ran around the block
then she told me my my older brother got
I got to the house and I opened up the
and there was my lyin dead on the floor
and it has me tripped, my ace got
cause they his ass slippng
through the hood with my hand on my gat
I gotta get those fools who put my on his back
some niggaz up the block, released the saftey
oh I leave someone is going to hate me
boot it up take fucking nigga
out for revenge trying to out whos da killer

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All the way to the county thats were had me
they sent one trying to bag me
keep stressing had a bad bad attitude
he got the word from the i was a bad dude
in the sell my mind did the
I keeped im a fucking rap singer
but nobody listened to a fits convicts
They bust me off like ears got sound sick
back to the saga from my jailsell
I move around when you hear the fuckin yell
I got involved in a scabble thats a fight
when the foo out with a knife
he started i started ducking
started It was a foo who was down
the proven, I took a ride on the
C-2 block
I stay with my rock in a sock
for a foo to come when its my way
sell lurked you motherfucking didy date
then he came promise he was with the linching
tear gas had the whole clinching
I couldn't I was lying in my tin bed
when a goon grabbed me by my fucking
he me up and put me across his fucking shoulder
I said Bitch you let me die like a
damn it was a trip George could think
all my boys on the paint
everywhere I every all dead bodies
god damn I was John Gotti
in a sell i was like a big black gorilla
many died, but nobody saw the

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

G]
Calli G chourned out by
I to have a 95 even bitches find me
so I refuse to be a for the white man
so you see me its a gat in my right hand
Neighborhood
nigga from the base so you know me selling
you fucking the dank man foo, start the funk
I do a drop on you and your whole fucking
so here's a last foo
no turkey cause you wont be living
you catch 17 rounds my cap peeler
no when this is, now whos the motherfucking

a foo got smarks so they me the trigger nigga
po po's got a trying to frame 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 killers dont talk, gimme hops in the county
you figure it out, cause bout a nigga 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, back to the story, ya have no nuts, no
no evidence to cut a nigga loose, and that that was snitching
ws kuku for puffs foo, cause i mean a nigga thats spook
try to hide but everybody know he wasn't
2 past and the snitches missing
found a nigga dead, with two to the temple
somebody put boy to sleep
gave the a big fist and put his ass six feet deep
it might have been me whos nigga
who's the motherfucking