Luyện nghe bài hát Beautiful Murder

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

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It's a beautiful murder, go and let the start
out in the booth, you know that I prefer the dark
Oh, you a soldier? Then you about to earn the purple
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 house niggas, comin' around me tryin' to act
Well, be who you are, a cracker
It's ironic some of my niggas is white, we niggas for life
Nigga we icons, bigger than life, nigga we pipe
Blowin' up whoever up the mic
that hot fire kiss 'em goodnight, nigga I'm Dylan
Beautiful murder - I'm the words to abuse 'em and serve 'em
It's a fusion, a musical
Bruise 'em and hurt 'em, confuse 'em, think I'm usin' a
The is shootin' your sternum, that's confusin' 'em further
Accuse me of murder, I'm as charged because I play hard
in your label and hit your A&R with the AR
Fifteen split spleens, that's for on lyricism, that's for pissin' on big dreams
Why am I so angry it?
You don't know shit about rap, you niggas can't be
9 millimeter paintbrush brains then get it
a portrait on the wall, look like Banksy did it
Beautiful murder - chop a wig in the booth
You pull up 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 with diarrhea
They twitchin' when I appear, in that I'm itchin' to fire
If he say he didn't get his from me, he's a son of a bitch and a liar
Causehe know this nigga's the
Beautiful murder - shit is so melodic
The shit that you listen to while you hittin' on some chronic
Ya talkin' Detox, I'm still mad me not gettin' on the Chronic
I guess niggas they didn't know that I'm it, the best on the coast for
Even though y'all niggas closed your ears, I'm still 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' vital signs
Homicidal rhymes got my dyin' by the time I spit my final line
It'll be beautiful,
Like an Italian tie, but not from Barneys, they ain't suitable
For the Circle of Bosses, no squares in my office, not a cubicle
I'm back shit as usual, hope I ain't losin' you

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