Luyện nghe bài hát Southland Killers

Yeah, you all know what the fuck is
MC motherfuckin' ran up in this nigga
Yeah, all you all bitch-ass out here talkin all that shit
We about to this motherfucker on you all like this
Punk ass out here, nigga
We some southland killers in motherfucker

Niggas all across town, all up in the
While niggas makin' faces like the rock on the
Nigga people's elbow, the hold
And groupie niggas bangin' for passes to the
Big-ass cheques plenty of O's
And hoes wit' big lips doin' what supposed
Didn't have till I started to bust
And y'all got 'cos of my balls are cussed

Ren and Cypress Hill, they liver than us
legendary villian, who started the fuss
Nigga double glock, cocked, get shit rocked
Get your knocked, nigga have that rib popped
Under bosses and trouble, they my rubble
Clone motherfuckers, always the villain, the hubble
your bubble, I bust them shits
Plaques and shit, grab my dick, these hits

All, my niggas, do you wanna ride us?
(Do ya wanna wit us?)
(Killers!)
Throw clips up, man we's about to bust
(Man we's to bust)
(Killers!)
Cypress click, yeah we ready for war
(Yeah we for war)
(Killers!)
All you all niggas, just hit the floor
(Killers!)

I'm close to the best thing, on the wing
out your set, flames when the best sing
It's a rep thing, haters they chest pain
They feel it in heart, I was there to test things
Didn't arrest them, the vest team
These niggas shoot first they askin' check names
It's strain, it's all real, I bet fame, it's a chess game
Wrong and it's checkmate

I might funny out here
But really, niggas get out here
And hey, everyday is sunny out
So listen, don't dummy out here
King try for bust make whole pack run
Stacked enough cash so now I stack
Fat ones, all and black ones
killin', it's just how that's done

All my niggas, do you wanna ride us?
(Do ya wanna wit us?)
(Killers!)
Throw your up, man we's about to bust
(Man about to bust)
(Killers!)
Cypress click, yeah we ready for war
(Yeah we for war)
(Killers!)
All you all niggas, better hit the floor
(Killers!)

You can try to ride the hill, lie on the hill
But when your talk starts is when die on the hill
We get, high on the hill, on the steel
When your paper pulled and you design is steeled
Like you, signed the deal, or signed over your
Busters get slayed when you fuck around with
Take to feel, what I'm tellin' you hoes
You couldn't around with me if I was sellin' you blows

Just goes to show the skill tell
Bitch nigga, now you under my wig well
Gettin' trampled, dumped on and on
Scraped on the six-five with the on the pump song
Don't fuck with these Southland grandes
We the vatos that run on Los
Call me mad dog, if you you know me
If not sure then turn around and leave slowly

All my niggas, do you ride wit' us?
(Do ya wanna wit us?)
(Killers!)
Throw your clips up, man about to bust
(Man we's to bust)
(Killers!)
Cypress Hill click, yeah we for war
(Yeah we for war)
(Killers!)
All you all niggas, better hit the floor
(Killers!)