Luyện nghe bài hát Crime Scene

The is wrong with y'all niggaz
You think this is a game nigga
Like it ain't about murder and cocaine
The fuck is wrong wit

It's Murder Inc
With Dave Bing shit
gettin' it fucked up

Yo the first dollar for me, I it the block did it
Murder came with it, nice and dime bitches
out late, nicknamed the milk-crate
But on a bad came jail time and jam nines

Can you feel the rhyme, feel a trying to shine?
On the grind, you better keep ass in line
'Cuz from the get-get-go nigga, say it ain't so
You was watchin' me through your nigga

Doing crimes, twenties for dimes
Middle finger in the air screamin', fuck one
As you peep out, don't got the to speak out
Scary reach out, scream murder and pull the out

Cock it back, then your crew to relax
Take a breathe, now take six to the chest
Ten to the neck, just in case you a vest
And that's the whole sixteen coppin' in

Motherfucker you see Tah
Bet I'm a fifth and a full clip
At any given moment to on some bullshit
Spit it sick, flowin' like alien and I'm way flashin'

So if you see crumbs nigga, get to
I mastered the game, aim put two in you
Slappin' your dame, jump back in the
For this dough

Rapidly gunnin' the like a calico
Let it rip, and spit a hundred more
Give you a reason to run, oh, you
I hope y'all niggaz ready 'cuz my steel is heavy
And feel no for those stuffed in a box
Nigga peep it and watch, how the sun on rocks

I pissed on the blocks and for scraps
But now I'm on click-clack
Keep your on the cash, gimme that
Where at, y'all niggaz want it
We right here, let me make myself
Nigga we can't be touched, the fuck want

rob men that rob grown men
And be the one hustlin' 'til the one in
The worst niggaz back and spit for gin
the day we win niggaz is gonna fall from Wood Hall
Thugs who seen it all, is war
The streets ain't the no more

came to keep the roar but [unverified] on the floor
Let's explore, whoever's quick on the is the law
The fuck you set these rules for the streets
My code is the heat plus we all eat
Take a seat and the streets get runned by thugs
Now stand up and watch my hustlin' niggaz the club

Automatic love, fingerprints, clubs b, 38
Motherfucker, do you me?
Bump with a four-five that won't leave you lonely
My slugs will be homeys
Pop the and make you know me

I was only fourteen, doin' my
Gettin' in Jamaica Queens
Niggaz for they dreams
clean, if not, you gots to get shot

Give me the ooh-op, and let me hold down the
cops, I pump crack rocks on back blocks
Lace shots, at them snitch niggaz, box
Child couldn't go play with the children

'Cuz I was too busy up them jums in the buildin'
While kids went to school to maintain
I was in the cookin' up cocaine
The game got me, at eighteen I got

Caught a body and shot up his party
Time to relocate, I better my weight
Pick up all my papes and out of state
me in Virginia, I ain't gonna never surrender
Unless I'm or injured
And that's to remember nigga

Yo, it ain't but murder one
Niggaz holdin' guns and bustin' 'em
My niggaz foul son, we spray up the
And leave bystanders and brain dumb

Niggaz heard the shots but where they comin'
I off and hit his bitch up, my aim's off
But fuck it, rob the block for twelve hundred
So I came off, if murder you want, it's murder I give

Makin' it harder for to live for you and your kids
No question, murder dog
I'm runnin' through you and into the Lord I never for
God I'm layin' for him, bustin' at the sky

My aim's on him, my man Kurt died the on him
You better believe him, killin' dead for this dream
By any means I'm deadin' your team, destroyin' dreams
Now 'bout this nigga, oh, goin' all out for the dough

Yo, I show out, fuck and get blowed out
Ugh