Luyện nghe bài hát Killaz Theme II (Bonus Track)

Heh heh, yea
Hahahaha,
Part the like the Red Sea
Don't even me

We want to kill you (My niggas to this)
We want to kill you (My fight to this)
We want to you (My niggas fight to this)
We want to kill you (Y'all can't dig this)

Aiyyo, to our way of life, hats off to all the trife
This holster's for the autos and foot-long
for stacks of greenbacks
My perform, so blow all stain raps
Now lemme take y'all niggas back to my basics of
Your anxious to flip fag, a facelift
My do remarkable things for fakeness
My whole mob got the same
Throw on your Asics, and make moves like a spaceship
We places, Infamous bangs your nation
You're light at the weight station, that weak shit need
Put in heavy rotation
music, it's theraputic to the user
Drive awhile under the of this
Careful 'cause you might just crash and
your whip and still pull my tape out your deck
Me and Mobb connect, like thirty-thousand dollar links
Unpopable, unstopable,

Yo, yo
My drug clientele was me money well
Smokin' buddha, L's, and weed so good leave a funny smell
Niggas scopin' me, hopin' police is to me
regulatin', the way shit supposed to be
Gold chain chokin' me, provokin' me
To my destiny, ja'causezi waters soakin' me
Floatin in a smokin Durango, my thing yo
My mac-milli (what?) than a mango
Son you the drilly, the drama is a part of me
Did for, cocaine, knives, and armed robbery
My rhyme rid graffiti as a live nigga
Mega poetic, rhymes are like dimes but no
I'll leave your mind dunn, but don't wet it
Scarface persona, I a taste for drama
And I this spray shit, you banned from the projects
Your love here (fuck it) shit, yo I'ma see you
you transparent, see through rhymes, fully automated
You semi-crime related, Cormega and Mobb rhyme amazin'
Thug shit you fuck with, what

Fuck your rep, nigga you ass bet
Talkin' all that shit, don't even got yet
Our flaws, try to get away no gats
Got drama my clique I'ma take it to the source
QBC representive, I'm just to live
If I can't get to you, I'ma it to your kids
Spray your crib, fuck it son, gotta give
If I can't live, then ain't nothin' gonna
That's dead ass, 'bout to put this whole in the smash
You real? Hit ass up with 4 wheels
The ?darkside?, you squeal, like them other rappers
You know we kick the truth, you clap us
I got this, strictly out the mouth, nothin' but hot
Pop shit, fuck this when we drop shit
You helpless, put your whole outta service
We don't smoke (Thank God for this)
Yo if it wasn't, for niggas like us, you'd just be up
Hustlin' for petty get (come on now, you know I know)
When it come to gats I'm a ho, never my tongue
Let them playa haters know, how we
Straight comin' through while you
Get dunnin', had that ass shakin' a bitch when she comin'
Wanted a mil, slipped that ass a mickey
It's fuckin' with this nigga, just come and get me

2x
(It's no doubt)
We want to you (that's right)
(It's no doubt)
We want to you (that's right)
(It's no doubt)
We want to you (that's right)
(It's no doubt)
We want to you (that's right)