Luyện nghe bài hát 3/2 Murder 1

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3 2 Murder 1 lyric at your
3 2 1 lyric at your door
6 million to die so I chose
3 2 1 lyric at your door

1 (Kane)

Lyrical buckshots to gangsta got to stop
Fuck cops got this glock so try to stop
Explicit I'm on some ill shit God is my
a nigga get killed with the quickness
Kane & Abel will leave your ass with this pump
Wrap you up in a shower curtain and you in the trunk
?? wanna me like ??
The bank robber crew come thru drunker than a
Caine run thru in your brain watch your drain
Cut your legs off for half-stepping in the
I'll snatch you, hurt you with tech and this mac
Pumping on chest won't let you take another breath
Bloody murder is the
Watch hot missles kiss you
Splatchering your brain
Its with fire I pour gas on you and lit you
I'm paid off the services of AK's
I'm out here bad I niggas who got grenades
how it is in New Orleans
Niggas don't go to school in the
You get without warning
Everybody and they mama in this fucking
Little g's get QB's from Ben Thomas
?? workers on coming up short get shot up
In the
my gradmama watching the news waiting to see my
And if I catch can cola
Cause she don't understand quarters
I gots to be a baller
I that cess smoke
the fire higher cut your fingers off
And biting bitches like a
Living fantasies like

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2 (Abel)

You was the victim of a deadly you got shot
You blood clot your face popped
up the pieces
On Kane & get blow deceases
The rate increases
Talking all that shit let that shit pass
Sewed up your lips put the hot curling up your ass
Bitch show some sense here
Fear of penatentiary ?? put your clic in check
this, bucking hoes in my clothes
By my Cutlass, wanna be thugs is trying to buck
You miss, you bests to be in before curfew
I you sipping brew just like my St. Ides commercial
My gangsta ass make your nose bleed
Smoke these damage your eyes you be standing Chinese
MC's off running as I
Grab the mic like Rambo machine gun
And I'm macking on your hoe macking on your sister
When I get
send them bitches to the ?? switchers
The SKS hit ya make ya bloody lab pictures
niggas apart like Kevin
on the ground when I to town
better get the fuck from around

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3 (Kane)

At funeral shows dead niggas got the best
They shows fearing us got face froze
I smoke a Newport embalming fluid
?? up to do it
And I did it you gone get it
Sitting, gripping on my tech and it sweat
I can feel the devil's hot on my neck
Buck buck to your ass get you numb like Pendegrass
Fiening for quick cash, how long shit gone last
to your chest like David Koresh
Make you like doo doo
And got hoes who know voodoo
& Abel is the name and now you know the pain
2 to the brain for greedy to the fucking game

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