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
Lights out in the booth, you that I prefer the dark
Oh, you a soldier? Then you about to earn the purple
Hit you with a couple of slugs, it a work 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 niggas, comin' around me tryin' to act black
Well, be who you are, a black
It's ironic that some of my niggas is white, we niggas for
we icons, bigger than life, nigga we pipe bombs
Blowin' up pick 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
'em and hurt 'em, confuse 'em, think I'm usin' a burner
The music is shootin' sternum, that's confusin' 'em further
Accuse me of murder, I'm guilty as charged because I hard
Walk in your and hit your A&R with the AR
Fifteen split spleens, that's for pissin' on lyricism, 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 your brains then get it
Blow a on the wall, look like Banksy did it
Beautiful murder - chop a wig in the booth
You pull up missin' roof, but I ain't mention the coupe
I mean your head 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 from me, he's a son of a bitch and a liar
Causehe know this the pioneer
Beautiful murder - this is so melodic
The kinda shit that you listen to while you on some chronic
Ya Detox, I'm still mad about me not gettin' on the Chronic
I guess niggas they didn't that I'm it, the best on the coast for years
Even 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
and cheers, but fuck celebrations, I sell abrasions, contusions
Transfusions needed, you're oozin', you're losin' your vital signs
Homicidal rhymes got my rivals dyin' by the time I my final line
It'll be beautiful,
Like an Italian silk tie, but not from Barneys, ain't suitable
For the Circle of Bosses, no squares in my office, not a cubicle
I'm killin' shit as usual, hope 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 they know
What y'all don't know?
Aight, I'mma just keep hittin' you motherfuckers you find out
Ain't fucking me, No Chill my nigga