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 wanna ask me, harrass me
about dead body in the grass G
If you think Im gonna talk then wrong
cause in the ghetto, snitches dont long
so Ima mind my own and keep
and dont ask me about no motherfuckin murder
my kids ringin from the gun black
because it all happened so
I guess my nigga Lil Mark going to
another victim of 187
his mom might be crying but she aint
her son lived and died by the rock
and thats how the story
everybody in the ghetto getting sweated by the po
but ill never help your ass in this nigga...
Da Killer?

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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 shopping
pushed up the street by a fiend
took to a crack house and taught to use a triple
and since then Ive been crazy
step to a nigga like me your daisies
cause Im this in that ass to the county
and your dead wipe your blood up with bounty
the corner to the hearse and that assed up
put bullets in your ass a garbage truck
fools like a sewer rat
and my 380 married to a mack
and ill be a Mack 10
so when i run up on a set you know ima do you in

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late night in the cutti 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 were the fuck are you at, and yo
do you have your motherfucking
im strapped, and i ran around the block
then she told me my my older brother got
I got to the house and I opened up the
and there was my brother lyin dead on the
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 some niggaz up the block, 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

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All the way to the county were they had me
they sent one trying to bag me
keep stressing had a bad bad attitude
he got the word from the order i was a bad
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 ears got sound
to the saga coming from my jailsell
I move around when you hear the fuckin bell
I got involved in a thats a fist fight
when the foo out with a knife
he swingin i started ducking
moving It was a foo who was down
with the proven, I a ride on the
C-2 sell
I stay strapped my rock in a sock
waiting for a foo to when its my way
sell through you motherfucking didy date
then he came he was down with the linching
gas had the whole floor clinching
I couldn't breath I was in my tin bed
when a goon grabbed me by my fucking
he me up and put me across his fucking shoulder
I said you let me die like a soldier
it was a trip King George could think
all my on the motherfucking paint
everywhere I every all dead bodies
god damn I was John Gotti
in a sell i was like a big black gorilla
many died, but nobody saw the

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

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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 you see me its a gat in my right hand
Dopeman
nigga from the base so you know me cocain
you with the dank man foo, start the funk
I do a on you and your whole fucking crew
so here's a last foo
no turkey you wont be living dude
you catch 17 from my cap peeler
no when this is, now the motherfucking killer

a foo got smarks so they calling me the nigga
po po's got a snitch trying to frame me as the
me and I got them foo's spoop
I dre say ya with me, then its a must that I fuck with you
cause killers dont talk, gimme three hops in the
motherfuckers you figure it out, cause a nigga like me
if I smoke a nigga ima do it on the solo creep
cause I be damned if I em my self trick
some niggaz ill sell you off pussy 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 kuku for coco puffs foo, cause i a nigga thats spook
try to hide but know he wasn't cool
2 weeks past and the snitches
found a nigga dead, with two to the temple
somebody put boy to sleep
gave the fool a big fist and put his ass six feet
it might have been me know nigga
the motherfucking killer