Luyện nghe bài hát Who's Da Killer?

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

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Rat-tat-tat-Rat-tat-tat-Rat-tat-tat- quick to put in your cap
and walk through your with my mug on
call me master p or me Al Capone
a nigga with no
I was in the ghetto, homeless in a shopping cart
up the street by a dope fiend
took to a crack house and taught to use a triple
and ever since then Ive been
to a nigga like me your pushing daisies
cause Im quick this in that ass to the
and while your dead wipe your blood up bounty
from the corner to the and that assed up
put in your ass like a garbage truck
eliminating fools a sewer rat
and my 380 married to a mack
and that ill be a 10
so i run up on a set punk you know ima do you in

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

[King
All the way to the thats were they had me
they sent player one to bag me
they keep had a bad bad attitude
he got the word from the i was a bad dude
in the sell my mind did the
I yelling im a fucking rap singer
but nobody listened to a fits convicts
They me off like there ears got sound sick
back to the saga coming my jailsell
I move around when you the fuckin bell yell
I got in a scabble thats a fist fight
the foo bust out with 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 stay with my rock in a sock
waiting for a foo to come its my way
sell lurked through you didy date
then he came promise he was with the linching
gas had the whole floor clinching
I couldn't I was lying in my tin bed
a goon grabbed me by my fucking forhead
he picked me up and put me across his shoulder
I said Bitch you let me die a soldier
it was a trip King George could think
all my boys on the motherfucking
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 should of your fucking with a motherfucking lunatic
I aint playing with a day, and my minds 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 fuck the penitention gamble
garb the tech, pump the amble
called up my boy cause say some
where he at?, Richmond in the prowler
slow rolling slow, rolling fucking slow
cut the lights off cause the nigga go
rolled on the set grab the mask the tech out
its a driveby the niggaz house I was
em go you should of seen
but in the process I cut a slug
dead up in my chest, chase me investagating
a nigga, I gave the cops the alias
now whos the fucking

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Calli G out by society
I used to a 95 even bitches find me
so I to be a stray 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 fucking with the man foo, start the funk
I do a drop on you and whole fucking crew
so a last thanksgiving foo
no turkey cause you be living dude
you catch 17 rounds from my cap
no when this is, now whos the motherfucking

a foo got smarks so they calling me the nigga
po po's got a trying to frame me as the killer
me and I got them foo's spoop
I dre say ya fuck with me, 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 like me
if I gotta smoke a nigga ima do it on the solo
cause I be damned if I 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 to cut a nigga loose, and that nigga that was snitching
ws kuku for coco puffs foo, cause i mean a nigga spook
try to hide but everybody know he wasn't
2 weeks and the snitches missing
found a nigga dead, with two to the temple
somebody put boy to sleep
gave the fool a big and put his ass six feet deep
it might have me whos know nigga
the motherfucking killer