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 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 couple of slugs, it a work of art
Beautiful - 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 to act black
Well, be who you are, a black
It's ironic that some of my is white, we niggas for life
we icons, bigger than 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 'em and serve 'em
a fusion, a musical merger
Bruise 'em and hurt 'em, confuse 'em, I'm usin' a burner
The is shootin' your sternum, that's confusin' 'em further
Accuse me of murder, I'm guilty as charged because I hard
Walk in your label and hit A&R with the AR
Fifteen split spleens, that's for pissin' on lyricism, that's for pissin' on big
Why am I so with it?
You don't know shit about rap, you niggas be critics
9 millimeter paintbrush brains then get it
Blow a on the wall, look like Banksy did it
Beautiful murder - a rapper's wig in the booth
You pull up missin' your roof, but I mention the coupe
I mean your head off, body missin' it's roof
I'm the nigga, this is the proof
Shit on your group like a pitcher diarrhea
They twitchin' 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
Causehe know this the pioneer
murder - this shit is so melodic
The kinda shit that you 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 I'm it, the best on the coast for years
Even though niggas closed your ears, I'm still here perseverin'
The industry made ghost to most my peers, while I fly over the coast in
Toast and cheers, but celebrations, I sell abrasions, contusions
Transfusions needed, you're oozin', you're losin' your vital signs
Homicidal rhymes got my rivals dyin' by the I spit my final line
It'll be beautiful,
Like an Italian silk tie, but not from Barneys, they ain't
For the Circle of Bosses, no in my office, not even a cubicle
I'm back killin' 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
What niggas don't know?
Aight, I'mma keep hittin' you motherfuckers until you find out
fucking with me, No Chill my nigga