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
this dead body in the grass G
If you think Im gonna talk then wrong
cause in the ghetto, snitches dont live
so Ima mind my own and stiffing
and dont ask me no motherfuckin murder weapon
my kids still from the gun black
it all happened so fast
I guess my nigga Lil Mark to heaven
black victim of 187
his mom might be crying but she aint
her son and died by the fucking rock
and thats how the story
everybody in the ghetto sweated by the po po's
but ill never help your ass in game nigga...
Da Killer?

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Rat-tat-tat-Rat-tat-tat-Rat-tat-tat- quick to put in your cap
and through your hood with my mug on
call me p or call me Al Capone
a nigga with no
I was in the ghetto, homeless in a shopping cart
pushed up the street by a dope
took to a crack house and to use a triple beam
and ever since Ive been 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 bounty
from the corner to the hearse and that up
put bullets in your ass a garbage truck
fools like a sewer rat
and floss my 380 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 night in the 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?
yeah im strapped, and i ran around the
she told 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
they caught his ass slippng
creep through the hood with my on my gat
I get those fools who put my brother on his back
seen some up the block, released the saftey
oh when I leave is going to hate me
boot it up take fucking nigga
out for revenge trying to out whos da killer

[King
All the way to the thats were they had me
they sent one trying to bag me
they stressing had a bad bad attitude
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 nobody listened to a fresh fits
They bust me off like there ears got sound
back to the saga from my jailsell
I move around you hear the fuckin bell yell
I got involved in a thats a fist fight
when the foo bust out with a
he started i started ducking
started It was a foo who was down
with the proven, I took a on the
C-2 block
I stay strapped with my rock in a
waiting for a foo to come its my way
sell through you motherfucking didy date
he came promise he was down with the linching
tear gas had the whole floor
I couldn't breath I was in my tin bed
a goon grabbed me by my fucking forhead
he picked me up and put me across his fucking
I said Bitch you let me die like a
damn it was a King George could think
all my boys on the paint
everywhere I every all dead bodies
god I was like John Gotti
in a sell i was like a big black gorilla
many died, but saw the killer

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 to see if this shitwas fucking TRU
two to the dome and his face was all blue
retalliation fuck the penitention gamble
the tech, pump the facing amble
called up my boy niggaz say some
where he at?, jumped in the prowler
rolling slow rolling slow, rolling fucking
cut the lights off cause the nigga go
rolled on the set the mask point the tech out
its a driveby the niggaz house I was
letting em go you should of
but in the process I cut a slug
dead up in my chest, cops chase me
a dead nigga, I the cops the alias
now the fucking killer

G]
Calli G chourned out by
I used to have a 95 even find me
so I refuse to be a for the white man
so when you see me its a gat in my hand
Neighborhood
nigga from the base so you know me selling
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 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 snitch to frame me as the killer
me and I got them foo's spoop
I dre say ya fuck with me, then its a must that I with you
cause killers dont talk, gimme three hops in the
motherfuckers you it out, cause bout a nigga like me
if I gotta smoke a nigga ima do it on the creep
cause I be if I tell em my self trick
some niggaz ill sell you off like pussy on the
but anyway, to the story, ya have no nuts, no glory
no to cut a nigga loose, and that nigga that was snitching
ws kuku for coco puffs foo, cause i a nigga thats spook
try to hide but everybody he wasn't cool
2 weeks past and the missing
they found a nigga dead, two to the temple
somebody put that boy to
gave the fool a big and put his ass six feet deep
it might been me whos know nigga
who's the motherfucking