Luyện nghe bài hát Where Da Killaz Hang

I represent where them killaz

(Lord Infamous)
The I'm chokin'
The laws'll get
The are open
The is scopin'
The is smokin'
This it be soakin'
The
The
The Snizote I'm
We up in the
My victim in
try to get franic
Got blowed off the
They understand it
Soldiers stand it
how I planned it
Fuck you
My
for static
Blastery
you in plastic
Way my be twisted
Got me itchin' have it
want to approach Lord Infamous
But I am loco I will
Your off your shoulders

(Project Pat)
Mister murderer
with some charges
You mothafuckas
We gonna finish what you
Yo is a nigga set
Bitch you ah have a gat
a nigga
With that
Memphis 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 layin'
us to the ground
Ghetto
Off your blood you shall

(Koopsta Knicca)
Too dim not
Now the off the streets
real G's close to me
my (?)
People folks
Tryin' to me as a joke
But this shit bitch
Can't go I ti-zook all of you
Loadin' up my
Daily fuckin' wit my
Runnin' my visitations
Just the coo can ya face me
to be my friend
When ya takin' a second
I guess on then
Big bizness
No money on my
Manne this shit is
So I'm up to god
Me and my charge partna
a rapper down with bars
Party sells where I dwell
Stale pastrys on my
I'm as if I'm in hell
Yea soon I be
Pale well if swell
platinum with the (?)
Deja Vu fuck I left
Oh me isn't a binitch
Please excuse me for my
But you writin' all these
If ya hear me ya feel me

(Crunchy Black)
In the hood I dwell
And I dwell well
For you hatin' ass bitches
Manne you might as well burn in
you smell the aroma
>From them blunts when I hit
you duck
Don't you
it's only gonna be
Murder on my mind
Leavin' in the pass
When you drop fuckin' glass
Manne I I kill yo ass
pop with the glock
In a pine box
Don't you try to call the cop
Cause a nigga gonna stop

(Project Pat)
Shootin', cappin', jack and
Lettin' you so know the deal
tips yo ass gonna feel
Roll yo dice and you real
Fuckin' the click, the crew, the clan
You recognize
G's out they trees
Have you stankin' the flies
Cries comin' up out yo
But they muffled by the
When I pull the back
You enter the zone
Southside
Always stayin' strapped them thangs
Pat
Memphis,
them killaz hang