Luyện nghe bài hát Where Da Killaz Hang

I where them killaz hang

(Lord Infamous)
The ganja I'm
The laws'll get
The are open
The is scopin'
The pistol is
This it be soakin'
The
The
The I'm locin'
We up in the
My in panic
They try to get
Got blowed off the
don't understand it
Soldiers can't it
how I planned it
Fuck you
My
for static
Blastery
you in plastic
Way my mind be
Got me itchin' gotta it
want to approach Lord Infamous
But I am loco I blow
Your off your shoulders

(Project Pat)
Mister robbers
with some charges
You mothafuckas
We gonna what you started
Yo heart is a set
Bitch you best ah a gat
a nigga
With that
nigga Project Pat
I'm down like the souldier on a killin' spree
we get into it dog
You have to murder me
Who I be
I'm hidin' in the bushes
Push us to the
clown
Off blood you shall drown

(Koopsta Knicca)
Too dim not
Now the off the streets
real G's close to me
my (?)
People sayin'
to take me as a joke
But this pimp shit
go I ti-zook all of you hoes
Loadin' up my
fuckin' wit my patience
Runnin' my visitations
Just the coo can ya face me
Claim to be my
When ya takin' a second
I it's on then
Big bizness
No on my book
Manne this is hectic
So I'm up to god
Me and my partna booga
He's a down with bars
Party 17's where I dwell
Stale pastrys on my
I'm fellin' as if I'm in
Yea I be bailed
well if it's swell
Triple with the (?)
Vu fuck when I left
Oh me isn't a binitch
Please me for my frenech
But you writin' all lyrics
If ya me then ya feel me

(Crunchy Black)
In the where I dwell
And I real well
For you playa ass bitches
you might as well burn in hell
When you the aroma
>From them when I hit corners
you duck
Don't you
it's only gonna be
Murder murder on my
Leavin' blank in the
When you drop that fuckin'
Manne I bet'cha I yo ass
Nigga pop the glock
In a fuckin' box
Don't you try to the fuckin' cop
Cause a nigga ain't stop

(Project Pat)
Shootin', cappin', and chill
you so calleds know the deal
Hollow tips yo ass gonna
Roll yo bitch and you real
with the click, the crew, the clan
You gon'
G's swangin' out trees
Have you stankin' the flies
Cries up out yo mouth
But muffled by the tone
When I the trigga back
You enter the enternal
killas
Always stayin' with them thangs
Pat
Memphis,
Where them hang