Luyện nghe bài hát Who Shot Ya

Gun violence takes the life of an African-American man every hours. It's the leading cause of death for black men under the age of 35

Who shot ya? the weak from the obsolete
to creep them Brooklyn streets
It's on nigga, fuck all that bickering
I can hear sweat trickling down cheek
Your heartbeat sound like Sasquatch
Thundering, breaking the
Finish it, stop when I foil the
call the cops, when they heard mad shots

Who ya?
Who ya?
Who ya?
Who ya?

Saw me in the drop, three and a
Slaughter, electrical tape around daughter
Old school/new school need to learn
I burn, baby, like "Disco Inferno"
I burn slow like blunts and
Peel more skins than Idaho
Niggas know: the lyrical molesting's taking
with me. it ain't safe
I make your skin chafe, rashes on them
Bumps and bruises, and Land Cruisers
Big Poppa smash fools, fools
mad because I know cash Rules
Everything me, two Glock 9s
Any motherfucker whispering about
And I'm finest
Come on, me

Who ya?
Who ya?
Who ya?
Who ya?

I seen the lights excite all the
Stack mad chips, spread love with my
Niggas wanna creep, gotta watch my
Think the Cognac and indo make me slack?
I switches all that, G's up
One false move, get Swiss up
Clip to TEC, respect I it
and break the 11th Commandment

Who ya?
Who ya?
Who ya?
Who ya?