Luyện nghe bài hát Who's Da Killer?

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

P]
Rat-tat-tat-Rat-tat-tat-Rat-tat-tat- quick to put slugs in cap
and walk through your hood my mug on
call me p or call me Al Capone
a nigga with no
I was in the ghetto, homeless in a shopping cart
pushed up the by a dope fiend
took to a crack house and to use a triple beam
and ever since then Ive 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 with
from the corner to the and that assed up
put in your ass like a garbage truck
eliminating fools a sewer rat
and floss my 380 to a mack
and ill be a Mack 10
so when i run up on a set punk you 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 phone got it to
tuner called my "Yo, whats going out?"
she asked me the fuck are you at, and yo nigga
do you have your motherfucking
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 there was my brother lyin on the floor
and it has me tripped, my ace got
cause they his ass slippng
creep the hood with my hand on my gat
I gotta get fools who put my brother on his back
seen some up the block, released the saftey
oh when I leave is going to hate me
boot it up take every fucking
out for trying to find out whos da killer

[King
All the way to the county thats were had me
they sent player one to bag me
keep stressing had a bad bad attitude
he got the word from the order i was a bad
in the my mind did the linger
I keeped yelling im a 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 when you hear the fuckin bell yell
I got involved in a scabble a fist fight
the foo bust out with a knife
he swingin i started ducking
started It was a foo who was down
with the proven, I a ride on the
C-2 sell
I stay strapped with my in a sock
waiting for a foo to when its my way
sell lurked you motherfucking didy date
then he promise he was down with the linching
tear gas had the floor clinching
I couldn't I was lying in my tin bed
when a grabbed me by my fucking forhead
he picked me up and put me across his fucking
I said Bitch you let me die like a
it was a trip King George could think
all my boys on the motherfucking
everywhere I rome every all bodies
god I was like John Gotti
locked in a sell i was a big black gorilla
many died, but saw the killer

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

G]
Calli G out by society
I used to have a 95 even 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 with the dank man foo, start the
I do a drop on you and your fucking crew
so here's a last foo
no turkey cause you wont be living
you catch 17 rounds my cap peeler
no this is, now whos the motherfucking killer

a foo got smarks so calling me the trigger nigga
po po's got a snitch trying to frame me as the
interigating me and I got them foo's
I dre say ya with me, then its a must that I fuck with you
cause killers dont talk, gimme hops in the county
motherfuckers you figure it out, cause bout a nigga me
if I gotta a nigga ima do it on the solo creep
I be damned if I tell 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 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 weeks past and the snitches
found a nigga dead, with two to the temple
somebody put that boy to
gave the a big fist and put his ass six feet deep
it might have been me whos know
the motherfucking killer