Luyện nghe bài hát Death To My Enemies

Dre, think we're bullshittin'
Yeah! Yeah!

try me son, he best have the heat on him
Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the with him
Well I put body in a bag
on me, I'm on ya ass
I bring to my niggas, that bring death to my enemies
I bring money to my niggas, bring death to my enemies

Nigga front on me, the goons and goblins out
Bushmaster shot drums'll run out
They dumb out, you heard of me, they call me big
Me I the register ring
I'm the cab
They make the ring
on ya ass now
Hair trigger, stare nigga, yeah flip
Six, let it off at wig
Here I is, where the is, I still get biz
D's know the beef
You gon' get did
It be your tombstone and your grave they dig
Have that ass in the precinct talk to the pigs
I'm like nigga
When I start gettin' on ya
Closest thing to lucifer, you you got a noose on ya
I make it hard to
I come your heart, so air it out
it hard to eat
Have you both ways
Like you the street!

Nigga try me son, he have the heat on him
Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the with him
Well I put your in a bag
on me, I'm on ya ass
I bring money to my niggas, that bring to my enemies
I bring money to my niggas, that bring to my enemies

Yeah niggas send me the wrong message, we gon' fucking the messenger
Your whole clique hollow tips'll tear up the of ya
This ain't the "carter" nigga, this is
It's I die and be a martyr, respect me like your father
Let off a or let a case off
I have your pussy ass runnin' like a horse
Follow now yay' shoot his "face off"
You can have one, blast one, mad fun
See how when you to me all of the cash gone
I was born with the tec it's a birth
I was conceived in the bins, up in a Benz
This is what happens when nots turn into sasquatch
Let the gat pop, boogie on the back blocks
It's horrific nah terrific
I got it if you sniff it, go head nigga it
Get lifted, Goddamn I'm

Nigga try me son, he have the heat on him
Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street him
I put your body in a bag
on me, I'm on ya ass
I money to my niggas, that bring death to my enemies
I bring to my niggas, that bring death to my enemies

Yeah I tell 'em on 'em then they ride on 'em
Get the on 'em and squeeze the .9 on 'em
Head shot, .40-glock his mind on him
They say ain't not a jooks, the shines on 'em,
Now you can watch me, like the police watch me
I move go ahead catch a shell tryna stop me
That 4-30 spider, carbon
And my dog is like Al-Qaeda fighter
Rapid fire, you're sweet like cider,
The fire, mask like Michael Myers
It's off the when I get on my bullshit
No smiles, no laughs, you gets no
You can explain to my niggas they whoop yo' ass
My hands itch when the money comes, it's to explain it
Last time I itched like this, a came in
Get money, get bread, that's I do kid

try me son, he best have the heat on him
Want my closed, get to moppin' the street with him
Well I put your in a bag
on me, I'm on ya ass
I bring money to my niggas, bring death to my enemies
I bring money to my niggas, that bring to my enemies