Luyện nghe bài hát Who's Da Killer?

who's da killer the motherfuckin nigga
the one that pull the gun the one that the fucking trigger
the wanna ask me, wanna harrass me
about this body in the grass G
If you think Im gonna talk 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 ringin the gun black
because it all so fast
I guess my Lil Mark going to heaven
another victim of 187
his mom might be but she aint shocked
her son lived and by the fucking rock
and thats how the goes
everybody in the ghetto getting by the po po's
but ill never your ass in this game nigga...
Who's Da

P]
Rat-tat-tat-Rat-tat-tat-Rat-tat-tat- quick to put slugs in cap
and walk through your with my mug on
call me p or call me Al Capone
a nigga no heart
I was born in the ghetto, homeless in a shopping
pushed up the by a dope fiend
took to a crack house and to use a triple beam
and ever then Ive been crazy
step to a nigga me your pushing daisies
cause Im 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 my 380 married 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 night in the cutti time to some fun
got a page on my beeper it was 1
reached for the mobile phone got it to
tuner called my "Yo, whats going out?"
she asked me the fuck are you at, and yo nigga
do you your motherfucking gat?
im strapped, and i ran around the block
then she told me my my 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
they caught his ass slippng
creep through the hood 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 someone is going to me
it up take every fucking nigga
out for revenge trying to find out da killer

[King
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 my mind did the linger
I keeped yelling im a rap singer
but nobody listened to a fresh fits
They bust me off like there ears got sick
back to the coming from my jailsell
I move around when you hear the fuckin yell
I got involved in a thats a fist fight
when the foo bust out with a
he started i started ducking
moving It was a foo who was down
with the proven, I took a on the
C-2 sell
I stay with my rock in a sock
for a foo to come when its my way
sell lurked through you motherfucking didy
then he came promise he was down the linching
tear gas had the whole floor
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 fucking
I said Bitch you let me die like a
damn it was a trip King George think
all my on the motherfucking paint
everywhere I rome every all bodies
god damn I was like John
in a sell i was like a big black gorilla
many died, but nobody saw the

you should of know fucking with a motherfucking lunatic
I aint playing a full day, and my minds about to click
I walked out the to see if this shitwas fucking TRU
two slugs to the dome and his face was all
retalliation fuck the penitention fucking
garb the tech, the facing amble
called up my boy cause niggaz say
he at?, Richmond jumped in the prowler
rolling 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 sprayed the house I was
letting em go you should of
but in the I cut a motherfucking slug
dead up in my chest, cops chase me
a dead nigga, I gave the the alias
now the fucking killer

G]
Calli G chourned out by
I used to have a 95 even bitches 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 me selling cocain
you fucking with the dank man foo, start the
I do a drop on you and whole fucking crew
so a last thanksgiving foo
no cause you wont be living dude
you catch 17 rounds from my cap
no this is, now whos the motherfucking killer

a foo got so they calling me the trigger nigga
po got a snitch trying to frame me as the killer
interigating me and I got them spoop
I dre say ya fuck with me, then its a must that I fuck you
cause killers dont talk, gimme three hops in the
motherfuckers you figure it out, cause bout a nigga 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, 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 mean a nigga spook
try to hide but everybody know he wasn't
2 weeks and the snitches missing
they found a nigga dead, with two to the
somebody put that boy to
the fool a big fist and put his ass six feet deep
it have been me whos know nigga
who's the killer