Luyện nghe bài hát Who's Da Killer?

who's da killer whos the nigga
the one pull the gun the one that squeaze the fucking trigger
the cops ask me, wanna harrass me
this dead body in the grass G
If you think Im talk then your wrong
in the ghetto, snitches dont live long
so Ima my own and keep stiffing
and dont ask me no motherfuckin murder weapon
my still ringin from the gun black
because it all so fast
I guess my nigga Lil going to heaven
another victim of 187
his mom might be crying but she shocked
her son lived and died by the fucking
and thats how the goes
everybody in the getting sweated by the po po's
but ill help your ass in this game nigga...
Who's Da

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

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

George]
All the way to the county thats were had me
they sent player one to bag me
they keep stressing had a bad bad
he got the word from the i was a bad dude
in the my mind did the linger
I keeped yelling im a fucking rap
but nobody to a fresh fits convicts
They me off like there ears got sound sick
back to the saga from my jailsell
I move around when you hear the fuckin bell
I got involved in a thats a fist fight
when the foo bust out a knife
he swingin i started ducking
started moving It was a foo who was
with the proven, I took a on the
C-2 block
I stay strapped with my rock in a
waiting for a foo to when its my way
sell lurked you motherfucking didy date
then he came promise he was down the linching
tear gas had the whole floor
I couldn't 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
it was a trip King George could think
all my on the motherfucking paint
everywhere I rome all dead bodies
god I was like John Gotti
locked in a sell i was like a big black
many died, but saw the killer

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

G]
Calli G out by society
I used to have a 95 even bitches me
so I refuse to be a stray for the man
so when you see me its a gat in my right
Dopeman
nigga from the base so you know me cocain
you fucking with the dank man foo, the funk
I do a drop on you and your whole fucking
so a last thanksgiving foo
no turkey cause you wont be living
you catch 17 rounds from my cap
no when this is, now the motherfucking killer

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