Luyện nghe bài hát Who's Da Killer?

who's da killer whos the motherfuckin
the one pull the gun the one that squeaze the fucking trigger
the wanna ask me, wanna harrass me
about this body in the grass G
If you think Im gonna then 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 ringin from the gun black
because it all so fast
I guess my Lil Mark going to heaven
another black of 187
his mom be crying but she aint shocked
her son and died by the fucking rock
and thats how the goes
everybody in the ghetto getting by the po po's
but ill help your ass in this game nigga...
Da Killer?

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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 call me Al
a with no heart
I was in the ghetto, homeless in a shopping cart
pushed up the street by a dope
took to a crack house and to use a triple beam
and ever since then Ive been
to a nigga like me your pushing daisies
cause Im quick this in ass to the county
and while your dead wipe your blood up with
from the corner to the and that assed up
put bullets in ass like a garbage truck
fools like a sewer rat
and floss my 380 to a mack
and ill be a Mack 10
so when i run up on a set you know ima do you in

Ed]
late night in the time to have some fun
got a on my beeper it was number 1
reached for the mobile phone got it to
tuner called my "Yo, whats going out?"
she asked me were the fuck are you at, and yo
do you have your gat?
yeah im strapped, and i ran around the
then she told me my my older got shot
I got to the house and I opened up the
and was my brother lyin dead on the floor
and it has me tripped, my ace got
they caught his ass slippng
creep the hood with my hand on my gat
I get those fools who put my brother on his back
seen niggaz up the block, released the saftey
oh when I someone is going to hate me
it up take every fucking nigga
out for revenge trying to find out whos da

George]
All the way to the county were they 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 sell my did the linger
I yelling im a fucking rap singer
but nobody listened to a fits convicts
They bust me off there ears got sound sick
to the saga coming from my jailsell
I move around when you hear the bell yell
I got involved in a scabble a fist fight
the foo bust out with a knife
he started swingin i ducking
started It was a foo who was down
with the proven, I took a on the
C-2 block
I strapped with my rock in a sock
for a foo to come when its my way
sell lurked through you motherfucking date
then he came promise he was down with the
tear gas had the whole clinching
I breath I was lying in my tin bed
a goon grabbed me by my fucking forhead
he picked me up and put me across his fucking
I said you let me die like a soldier
damn it was a trip King George think
all my boys on the paint
everywhere I rome every all dead
god damn I was John Gotti
locked in a sell i was like a big gorilla
many died, but saw the killer

you of know your fucking with a motherfucking lunatic
I aint playing with a day, and my minds about to click
I walked out the house to see if shitwas fucking TRU
two slugs to the and his face 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 in the prowler
slow rolling slow, rolling fucking slow
cut the off cause there the nigga go
rolled on the set grab the point the tech out
its a driveby the niggaz house I was
letting em go you should of
but in the I cut a motherfucking slug
dead up in my chest, cops chase me
a nigga, I gave the cops the alias
now whos the killer

G]
Calli G out by society
I to have a 95 even bitches find me
so I refuse to be a stray for the man
so when you see me its a gat in my hand
Dopeman
nigga from the so you know me selling cocain
you with the dank man foo, start the funk
I do a drop on you and whole fucking crew
so here's a 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 calling me the trigger
po got a snitch trying to frame me as the killer
interigating me and I got them spoop
I dre say ya fuck with me, then its a must that I with you
killers dont talk, gimme three hops in the county
motherfuckers you figure it out, bout a nigga like me
if I gotta smoke a nigga ima do it on the solo
cause I be if I tell em my self trick
some ill sell you off like pussy on the bitch
but anyway, back to the story, ya have no nuts, no
no evidence to cut a nigga loose, and nigga that was snitching
ws kuku for coco puffs foo, cause i a nigga thats spook
try to hide but everybody he wasn't cool
2 weeks past and the missing
they found a nigga dead, with two to the
somebody put boy to sleep
gave the fool a big fist and put his ass six feet
it might been me whos know nigga
who's the motherfucking