Luyện nghe bài hát Beautiful Murder

Hmm, let's see - couple cyphers, couple features down
Nah, I ain't got no

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It's a murder, go and let the murder start
out in the booth, you know that I prefer the dark
Oh, you a soldier? Then you to earn the purple heart
Hit you with a couple of slugs, call it a of art
murder - I'm killin' you trap rappers and you backpackers
It's a funeral, you what I do to whack rappers
And you niggas, comin' around me tryin' to act black
Well, be who you are, a cracker
ironic that some of my niggas is white, we niggas for life
Nigga we icons, bigger than life, we pipe bombs
up whoever pick up the mic
Lettin' that hot fire 'em goodnight, nigga I'm Dylan
Beautiful murder - I'm usin' the words to 'em and serve 'em
It's a fusion, a merger
Bruise 'em and hurt 'em, confuse 'em, I'm usin' a burner
The music is your sternum, that's confusin' 'em further
Accuse me of murder, I'm as charged because I play hard
Walk in your label and hit A&R with the AR
Fifteen split spleens, that's for pissin' on lyricism, that's for on big dreams
Why am I so with it?
You don't know about rap, you niggas can't be critics
9 millimeter paintbrush your brains get it
a portrait on the wall, look like Banksy did it
Beautiful murder - chop a rapper's wig in the
You up missin' your roof, but I ain't mention the coupe
I mean head blown off, body missin' it's roof
I'm the illest nigga, is the proof
Shit on your group like a pitcher diarrhea
They twitchin' when I appear, in that I'm itchin' to fire
If he say he didn't get his style me, he's a son of a bitch and a liar
Causehe know this nigga's the
Beautiful murder - this is so melodic
The shit that you listen to while you hittin' on some chronic
Ya talkin' Detox, I'm still mad about me not gettin' on the
I niggas they didn't know that I'm it, the best on the coast for years
Even though y'all niggas closed ears, I'm still here perseverin'
The industry made ghost to most my peers, while I fly over the in Leers
Toast and cheers, but fuck celebrations, I abrasions, contusions
Transfusions needed, you're bloods oozin', you're losin' your signs
Homicidal rhymes got my rivals dyin' by the I spit my final line
be beautiful, beautiful
Like an Italian silk tie, but not Barneys, they ain't suitable
For the Circle of Bosses, no in my office, not even a cubicle
I'm back killin' as usual, hope I ain't losin' you

No chill, now on call me No Chill
SSUTT 2 times - COB, up my COB
nigga
COB, act like they don't know
What y'all niggas know?
Aight, I'mma keep hittin' you motherfuckers until you find out
fucking with me, No Chill my nigga