Luyện nghe bài hát Anotha Killin

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

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

to me like,
One for the flame, two for the trigga.
And three of these hollow points tap nigga.
When I came in this fucka I had a plan,
To stop all y'all motha fuckas y'all stand.
I'm gang banged out, on a mission.
We could catch nigga, fuck tha pistols.
Piranhas is in the septic tank,
We do what you can't, I am you ain't.
Don't try to provoke me cuz.
Loccin, smokin, slipping, me cuz.
I'll beat your ass on a so fast.
Bang on homies, spread through your hood.
Release these toxins mustard gas.
the Chevrolet, its all to the good,
My nigga Brotha Lynch, Kurupt, and Daz.
Lynch Hung]
Shit, nigga this G block me.
any nigga with a rusty old crusty.
Sacramento yes, 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 what I'm comin from.
Hangled him, webs all over his cranium,
(that nigga has spider webs all his cranium, nigga).
Me and crooked I know, be talking to much.
Nigga shut your pie hole, know you do suck.
This a reality show, hungry niggas do touch.
Motha fuckas to clutch, a niggas two cuts.
Got an army of niggas I'm strange, it a rumor.
We niggas brain tumors, hit em with the lugar.
I'm the rappin, and this nigga is the shooter.
Yea he got a on, but nigga hes a shooter.
You never see his face on the computer, spider-man junior.
(Oklahoma shooter)
Poke a hole two cuts,
This motha fucka said he to do what?
Get up, its dinner and a movie, duece for nigga.