Luyện nghe bài hát Beautiful Murder

Hmm, see - couple cyphers, couple features knocked down
Nah, I got no chill

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It's a beautiful murder, go and let the start
Lights out in the booth, you know that I the dark
Oh, you a soldier? Then you about to the purple heart
Hit you with a couple of slugs, call it a of art
Beautiful murder - I'm you trap rappers and you backpackers
It's a funeral, you know what I do to whack
And you house niggas, comin' around me to act black
Well, be who you are, a black
It's that some of my niggas is white, we niggas for life
Nigga we icons, bigger than life, nigga we bombs
up whoever pick up the mic
Lettin' that hot kiss 'em goodnight, nigga I'm Dylan
Beautiful murder - I'm usin' the words to abuse 'em and '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
me of murder, I'm guilty as charged because I play hard
Walk in your label and hit your A&R the AR
Fifteen split spleens, that's for on lyricism, that's for pissin' on big dreams
Why am I so with it?
You don't know shit rap, you niggas can't be critics
9 millimeter paintbrush brains then get it
a portrait on the wall, look like Banksy did it
Beautiful - chop a rapper's wig in the booth
You pull up missin' your roof, but I mention the coupe
I mean your blown off, body missin' it's roof
I'm the nigga, this is the proof
Shit on your like a pitcher with diarrhea
They when I appear, in fear 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
know this nigga's the pioneer
Beautiful - this shit is so melodic
The kinda shit you listen to while you hittin' on some chronic
Ya Detox, I'm still mad about me not gettin' on the Chronic
I guess niggas didn't know that I'm it, the best on the coast for years
Even though y'all niggas closed your ears, I'm still perseverin'
The industry made to most my peers, while I fly over the coast in Leers
Toast and cheers, but celebrations, I sell abrasions, contusions
Transfusions needed, you're bloods oozin', you're your vital signs
Homicidal rhymes got my dyin' by the time I spit my final line
It'll be beautiful,
Like an silk tie, but not from Barneys, they ain't suitable
For the of Bosses, no squares in my office, not even a cubicle
I'm killin' shit as usual, hope I ain't losin' you

No chill, from now on call me No
SSUTT 2 - COB, what up my COB
nigga
COB, niggas act like they don't
What niggas don't know?
Aight, I'mma just hittin' you motherfuckers until you find out
Ain't with me, No Chill my nigga