Luyện nghe bài hát Beautiful Murder

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

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It's a murder, go and let the murder start
Lights out in the booth, you know that I the dark
Oh, you a soldier? Then you about to earn the heart
Hit you with a of slugs, call it a work of art
Beautiful murder - I'm 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
It's ironic that of my niggas is white, we niggas for life
Nigga we icons, than life, nigga we pipe bombs
Blowin' up pick up the mic
Lettin' that hot fire kiss 'em goodnight, I'm Dylan
Beautiful - I'm usin' the words to abuse 'em and serve 'em
a fusion, a musical merger
Bruise 'em and hurt 'em, confuse 'em, I'm usin' a burner
The music is shootin' your sternum, that's confusin' 'em
me of murder, I'm guilty as charged because I play hard
Walk in your label and hit A&R with the AR
Fifteen split spleens, for pissin' on lyricism, that's for pissin' on big dreams
Why am I so with 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 - chop a rapper's wig in the booth
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 with
They twitchin' I appear, in fear that I'm itchin' to fire
If he say he didn't get his style from me, he's a son of a bitch and a
Causehe know nigga's the pioneer
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 guess niggas didn't know that I'm it, the best on the coast for years
though y'all niggas closed your ears, I'm still here perseverin'
The made ghost 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 losin' your vital
Homicidal rhymes got my rivals by the time I spit my final line
be beautiful, beautiful
Like an Italian silk tie, but not from Barneys, they ain't
For the of Bosses, no squares in my office, not even a cubicle
I'm back killin' shit as usual, I ain't losin' you

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