Luyện nghe bài hát Who's Da Killer?

who's da killer whos the motherfuckin
the one that pull the gun the one that squeaze the fucking
the wanna ask me, wanna harrass me
about this dead in the grass G
If you think Im gonna talk your wrong
cause in the ghetto, snitches dont long
so Ima mind my own and keep
and dont ask me about no motherfuckin weapon
my still ringin from the gun black
because it all happened so
I guess my Lil Mark going to heaven
another black of 187
his mom might be crying but she shocked
her son and died by the fucking rock
and how the story goes
everybody in the ghetto sweated 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- 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 cart
pushed up the street by a dope
took to a crack house and taught to use a beam
and since then Ive been crazy
step to a like me your pushing daisies
cause Im quick this in that ass to the
and while your dead wipe blood up with bounty
from the corner to the and that assed up
put bullets in ass like a garbage truck
eliminating 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 punk you ima do you in

Ed]
late in the cutti time to have some fun
got a page on my beeper it was 1
for the mobile phone got it down to
tuner my lady "Yo, whats going out?"
she asked me were the fuck are you at, and yo
do you have motherfucking gat?
yeah im strapped, and i ran around the
then she told me my my older brother got
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 hood my hand on my gat
I gotta get those fools who put my on his back
seen some up the block, released the saftey
oh when I leave someone is to hate me
it up take every fucking nigga
out for trying to find out whos da killer

George]
All the way to the county thats were had me
they player one trying to bag me
keep stressing had a bad bad attitude
he got the from the order i was a bad dude
in the sell my mind did the
I keeped yelling im a fucking rap
but nobody listened to a fits convicts
They bust me off like there ears got sick
back to the saga from my jailsell
I move around when you the fuckin bell yell
I got involved in a scabble thats a fist
when the foo bust out with a
he started swingin i ducking
moving It was a foo who was down
with the proven, I a ride on the
C-2 block
I stay strapped with my in a sock
for a foo to come when its my way
sell lurked through you motherfucking date
then he came he was down with the linching
gas had the whole floor clinching
I couldn't I was lying in my tin bed
when a goon me by my fucking forhead
he picked me up and put me across his fucking
I said Bitch you let me die like a
damn it was a trip King George could
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 nobody saw the

you should of know fucking with a motherfucking lunatic
I aint playing with a full day, and my about to click
I out the house to see if this shitwas fucking TRU
two to the dome and his face was all blue
retalliation the penitention fucking gamble
garb the tech, pump the amble
called up my boy cause niggaz say
where he at?, Richmond in the prowler
rolling slow slow, rolling fucking 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 process I cut a slug
dead up in my chest, cops me investagating
a nigga, I gave the cops the alias
now whos the fucking

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 when you see me its a gat in my right
Neighborhood
nigga from the base so you me selling cocain
you with the dank man foo, start the funk
I do a drop on you and your whole crew
so a last thanksgiving foo
no turkey cause you wont be living
you catch 17 from my cap peeler
no when this is, now the motherfucking killer

a foo got smarks so they calling me the trigger
po po's got a snitch 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 fuck you
killers dont talk, gimme three hops in the county
motherfuckers you figure it out, cause bout a like me
if I gotta smoke a nigga ima do it on the solo
cause I be damned if I tell em my trick
niggaz ill sell you off like pussy on the bitch
but anyway, to the story, ya have no nuts, no glory
no evidence to cut a nigga loose, and that that was snitching
ws kuku for coco puffs foo, i mean a nigga thats spook
try to hide but everybody he wasn't cool
2 weeks past and the snitches
they found a nigga dead, two to the temple
somebody put that boy to
gave the fool a big and put his ass six feet deep
it might have been me whos know
who's the killer