Luyện nghe bài hát 3/2 Murder 1

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

1 (Kane)

Lyrical to gangsta hip-hop got to stop
Fuck crooked cops got this so try to stop
Explicit I'm on some ill God is my witness
Watch a get killed with the quickness
Kane & Abel will leave your ass hurting with this
Wrap you up in a curtain and dump you in the trunk
?? wanna cuff me ??
The bank crew come thru drunker than a motherfucker
Caine run thru in your watch your body drain
Cut legs off for half-stepping in the game
I'll snatch you, hurt you this tech and this mac
Pumping on your chest let you take another breath
murder is the issue
Watch these hot kiss you
Splatchering your tissue
Its Kane with fire I gas on you and lit you
I'm getting off the services of AK's
I'm out here bad I know who got grenades
how it is in New Orleans
Niggas go to school in the morning
You get popped without
Everybody and mama in this fucking game
Little g's get fronted QB's from Ben
?? workers keep on coming up get shot up
In the
my gradmama the news waiting to see my face
And if I case can cola
she don't understand slanging quarters
cause I gots to be a
I smoke that cess
the fire higher cut your fingers off
And biting bitches like a
Living fantasies Mariah

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2 (Abel)

You was the of a deadly plot you got shot
You fucking blood clot your popped
Pick up the
On Kane & Abel get deceases
The murder increases
all that shit couldn't let that shit pass
Sewed up your lips put the hot curling iron up ass
Bitch some sense here respect
Fear of ?? will put your clic in check
this, bucking hoes in my clothes
By my Cutlass, wanna be thugs is trying to this
You miss, you bests to be in before your
I murder you brew just like my St. Ides commercial
My ass weed make your nose bleed
Smoke these damage your eyes you be like Chinese
MC's take off as I
Grab the mic sweating like machine gun
And I'm on your hoe macking on your little sister
When I get
send them bitches to the ?? switchers
The SKS hit ya make ya crime 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 got the best hoes
shows fearing us got they face froze
I a Newport sniffing 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 breath on my
Buck buck to your ass get you numb like Pendegrass
Fiening for quick cash, how this shit gone last
Bucking to your chest like Koresh
Make you stank doo doo
And got hoes who that voodoo
Kane & Abel is the name and now you know the
2 to the brain for being greedy to the game

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