Luyện nghe bài hát Who's Da Killer?

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

P]
Rat-tat-tat-Rat-tat-tat-Rat-tat-tat- quick to put in your cap
and walk your hood with my mug on
call me master p or call me Al
a nigga no heart
I was born in the ghetto, homeless in a cart
up the street by a dope fiend
took to a crack house and taught to use a beam
and ever since then Ive crazy
step to a nigga me your pushing daisies
cause Im quick 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
fools like a sewer 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

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 called my lady "Yo, going out?"
she asked me the fuck are you at, and yo nigga
do you have your gat?
im strapped, and i ran around the block
then she 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 caught his ass slippng
creep through the with my hand on my gat
I gotta get those fools who put my brother on his
seen niggaz up the block, released the saftey
oh when I someone is going to hate me
boot it up take every nigga
out for revenge trying to out whos da killer

George]
All the way to the county were they had me
they sent one trying to bag me
they 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 fresh fits
They bust me off like there got sound sick
to the saga coming from my jailsell
I move around when you hear the fuckin bell
I got involved in a scabble thats a fist
when the foo out with a knife
he started swingin i started
started moving It was a foo who was
with the proven, I took a on the
C-2 sell
I stay strapped my rock in a sock
waiting for a foo to when its my way
lurked through 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 goon grabbed me by my fucking
he picked me up and put me across his shoulder
I said Bitch you let me die a soldier
damn it was a trip King George could
all my boys on the paint
I rome every all dead bodies
god damn I was like John
locked in a sell i was like a big gorilla
died, but nobody saw the killer

you should of know your fucking with a motherfucking
I aint playing a full day, and my minds about to click
I out the house to see if this shitwas fucking TRU
two slugs to the dome and his was all blue
retalliation fuck the penitention gamble
the tech, pump the facing amble
called up my boy cause say some
where he at?, jumped in the prowler
rolling slow rolling slow, rolling fucking
cut the lights off cause there the go
rolled on the set the mask point the tech out
its a driveby the niggaz 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 nigga, I gave the cops the alias
now whos the fucking

G]
Calli G chourned out by
I used to have a 95 even find 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 me selling cocain
you fucking the dank man foo, start the funk
I do a on you and your whole fucking crew
so here's a thanksgiving foo
no turkey cause you wont be dude
you catch 17 from my cap peeler
no when this is, now the motherfucking killer

a foo got so they calling me the trigger nigga
po po's got a snitch trying to me as the killer
interigating me and I got them foo's
I dre say ya fuck me, then its a must that I fuck with you
cause killers dont talk, gimme three in the county
motherfuckers you figure it out, cause 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 niggaz ill sell you off like on the bitch
but anyway, back to the story, ya no nuts, no glory
no evidence to cut a nigga loose, and that nigga was snitching
ws for coco puffs foo, cause i mean a nigga thats spook
try to hide but everybody know he wasn't
2 weeks past and the missing
they found a nigga dead, with two to the
put that boy to sleep
gave the fool a big and put his ass six feet deep
it might been me whos know nigga
the motherfucking killer