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
Lights out in the booth, you know that I prefer the
Oh, you a Then you about to earn the purple heart
Hit you a couple of slugs, call it a work of art
Beautiful murder - I'm killin' you 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
ironic that some of my niggas is white, we niggas for life
Nigga we icons, than life, nigga we pipe bombs
Blowin' up whoever up the mic
that hot fire kiss 'em goodnight, nigga I'm Dylan
Beautiful murder - I'm usin' the words to abuse 'em and 'em
a fusion, a musical merger
Bruise 'em and hurt 'em, confuse 'em, think I'm a burner
The music is your sternum, that's confusin' 'em further
Accuse me of murder, I'm guilty as charged because I play
Walk in your label and hit your A&R the AR
Fifteen split spleens, that's for pissin' on lyricism, that's for on big dreams
Why am I so angry it?
You don't know shit rap, you niggas can't be critics
9 millimeter paintbrush 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 blown off, body missin' it's roof
I'm the illest nigga, this is the
Shit on your group like a pitcher diarrhea
They when I appear, in fear that I'm itchin' to fire
If he say he get his style 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 hittin' on chronic
Ya talkin' Detox, I'm still mad about me not gettin' on the
I guess niggas they didn't know that I'm it, the best on the for years
though y'all niggas closed your ears, I'm still here perseverin'
The industry made ghost to my peers, while I fly over the coast in Leers
Toast and cheers, but celebrations, I sell abrasions, contusions
Transfusions needed, you're oozin', you're losin' your vital signs
rhymes got my rivals dyin' by the time I spit 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 back killin' as usual, hope I ain't losin' you

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