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 wanna ask me, wanna harrass me
about this dead in the grass G
If you think Im gonna talk then your
cause in the ghetto, snitches dont long
so Ima my own and keep stiffing
and ask me about no motherfuckin murder weapon
my kids still ringin the gun black
because it all so fast
I guess my nigga Lil Mark to heaven
another black of 187
his mom be crying but she aint shocked
her son lived and died by the rock
and thats how the goes
everybody in the getting sweated by the po po's
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 in your cap
and walk your hood with my mug on
call me master p or me Al Capone
a nigga with no
I was born in the ghetto, homeless in a cart
up the street by a dope fiend
took to a crack house and to use a triple beam
and ever since Ive been crazy
step to a nigga like me pushing daisies
Im quick this in that ass to the county
and your dead wipe your blood up with bounty
from the corner to the hearse and assed up
put bullets in your ass a garbage truck
fools like a sewer rat
and floss my 380 married to a
and that ill be a 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
reached for the mobile got it down to
tuner my lady "Yo, whats going out?"
she asked me were the 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 lyin dead 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 get those fools who put my brother on his back
some niggaz up the block, released the saftey
oh when I leave is going to hate me
boot it up every fucking nigga
out for trying to find out whos da killer

George]
All the way to the thats were they had me
they player one trying to bag me
they keep stressing had a bad bad
he got the from the order i was a bad dude
in the sell my did the linger
I yelling im a fucking rap singer
but listened to a fresh fits convicts
They bust me off there ears got sound sick
back to the saga coming my jailsell
I move around you hear the fuckin bell yell
I got in a scabble thats a fist fight
when the foo bust out a knife
he started i started ducking
started It was a foo who was down
with the proven, I a ride on the
C-2 block
I strapped with my rock in a sock
waiting for a foo to when its my way
sell through you motherfucking didy date
then he came promise he was down with the
gas had the whole floor clinching
I breath I was lying in my tin bed
when a grabbed me by my fucking forhead
he picked me up and put me across his shoulder
I said you let me die like a soldier
damn it was a trip King could think
all my boys on the motherfucking
I rome every all dead bodies
god damn I was John Gotti
in a sell i was like a big black gorilla
many died, but saw the killer

you should of know fucking with a motherfucking lunatic
I aint playing with a full day, and my minds 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 fucking
garb the tech, pump the facing
up my boy cause 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 point the out
its a driveby the niggaz house 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 the cops the alias
now whos the killer

G]
Calli G out by society
I used to have a 95 even bitches me
so I to be a stray for the white man
so when you see me its a gat in my hand
Dopeman
nigga from the base so you know me selling
you fucking with the man foo, start the funk
I do a on you and your whole fucking crew
so here's a last foo
no turkey cause you wont be living
you 17 rounds from my cap peeler
no when this is, now whos the killer

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