Luyện nghe bài hát Anotha Killin

[Snoop
lay, one of my homies down, 2 of my enemies.
I grab the heat, creep up street and squeeze.
I'm in neighborhood, so what the fuck is up?
And if I catch you imma pop you nigga, that's up.
We can talk about it now, i think so,
And imma catch you when you creepin with that toe,
You creep up out that meat store,
Get you a drink so when i hit you, you won't even to think so.
your heart, double dot your eyes,
Yellow you, make you a homicide.
Stretch you out a red vine,
Halloween is your deadline, by time.
I, zag the zig, i put a in the pig,
I clocked the glock and pop you, my nigga ya
I open ya up, and leave you by the face,
And get away, aint got no to be catching no case.
To to sly, plus I'm too high.
I'm too fly, and I do die, i do die.
I love to shoot an intruder, I mix the with the buddha.
Love and beer, like the home boy Luda.
I'm big snoopie, d to dub, imma cuz.
I'm drinked up like a stilla, a duh.
Sacramento no, to tha floor,
Anotha for wheelin my nigga let it go.

We on the corner of 102 (to bad, they up).
And the (word on the street) they got blast the up.
Now it, futtin and shootin, i'm runnin life.
I'm in the stripes, nigga don't fuck em tonight.
Bandana, clips, ready to trip.
You is sad saps, so ya better not trip.
I see some busta ass at the bus stop,
Had a bag, we the gang bang them niggas from the dog pound.
Choppin, whoppin, we the mad shit,
time we see y'all niggas we clashin,
D-P-G down to 24th street, Sittin nigga down wit them 21st g's
(motha fucka) Lynch, my mutha fuckin nigga

to me like,
One for the flame, two for the trigga.
And three of these hollow tap fines nigga.
I came in this motha fucka I had a plan,
To all y'all motha fuckas where y'all stand.
I'm banged out, riders on a mission.
We catch fades nigga, fuck tha pistols.
Piranhas is loose in the tank,
We do what you can't, I am you ain't.
Don't even try to me cuz.
Loccin, smokin, slipping, me cuz.
I'll your ass on a locc so fast.
Bang on your homies, spread your hood.
Release these like mustard gas.
the Chevrolet, its all to the good,
My nigga Lynch, Kurupt, Snoop and Daz.
Lynch Hung]
Shit, nigga this G crossed me.
Double any with a rusty old crusty.
yes, catch em in the chest,
Right by his bus, left a bloody mess.
It was none of cudi left, hanger strangled him.
Aimed at him, he don't know angle I'm comin from.
Hangled him, spider webs all his cranium,
(that has spider webs all over his cranium, nigga).
Me and I know, niggas be talking to much.
Nigga shut your pie hole, know you do suck.
This ain't a show, hungry niggas do touch.
Motha to clutch, give a niggas two cuts.
Got an army of I'm strange, it ain't a rumor.
We niggas brain tumors, hit em with the lugar.
I'm doin the rappin, and nigga is the shooter.
Yea he got a mask on, but hes a shooter.
You will never see his on the computer, spider-man junior.
(Oklahoma shooter)
a hole with two cuts,
This motha said he about to do what?
Get chewed up, its and a movie, duece for nigga.