Luyện nghe bài hát Beautiful Murder

Hmm, let's see - couple cyphers, couple knocked down
Nah, I got no chill

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It's a beautiful murder, go and let the murder
Lights out in the booth, you know I prefer the dark
Oh, you a soldier? Then you about to earn the purple
Hit you with a of slugs, call it a work of art
murder - I'm killin' you trap rappers and you backpackers
It's a funeral, you know I do to whack rappers
And you house niggas, comin' me tryin' to act black
Well, be who you are, a cracker
It's ironic that some of my is white, we niggas for life
Nigga we icons, bigger life, nigga we pipe bombs
Blowin' up whoever up the mic
Lettin' that hot fire kiss 'em goodnight, nigga I'm
Beautiful murder - I'm usin' the words to abuse 'em and 'em
a fusion, a musical merger
Bruise 'em and hurt 'em, 'em, think I'm usin' a burner
The music is shootin' your sternum, that's confusin' 'em
Accuse me of murder, I'm guilty as charged because I hard
Walk in label and hit your A&R with the AR
split spleens, that's 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 can't be critics
9 millimeter paintbrush your brains get it
a portrait on the wall, look like Banksy did it
Beautiful - chop a rapper's wig in the booth
You pull up your roof, but I ain't mention the coupe
I mean your blown off, body missin' it's roof
I'm the illest nigga, is the proof
Shit on your group like a pitcher with
twitchin' when 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 kinda shit that you listen to while you hittin' on chronic
Ya talkin' Detox, I'm still mad about me not on the Chronic
I guess niggas they didn't that I'm it, the best on the coast for years
Even though y'all niggas closed your ears, I'm still here
The industry made ghost to most my peers, while I fly over the in Leers
Toast and cheers, but fuck celebrations, I sell abrasions,
Transfusions needed, you're bloods oozin', you're losin' your signs
Homicidal got my rivals dyin' by the time I spit my final line
It'll be beautiful,
an Italian silk tie, but not from Barneys, they ain't suitable
For the Circle of Bosses, no in my office, not even a cubicle
I'm back shit as usual, hope I ain't losin' you

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