Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Men Tell No Lies

I been quiet for too fucking long so now its time to the silence
I start with the killing so stopping the violence
I got something for your ass. So peep
Better yet a stray dog I put your ass to sleep
No faking and taking my snaps
Sorry fool, goin' step 'n get the straps
Geah, I my work in and fuck up your shit
Now you gotta bow down and suck a fat
Mmm. I guess thats what you get when you try to
Try to come up that mutherfucking he say
Or she say, or what the fuck did that say?
Punk bitch, I'll mop ass up anyway
Dont misbehave, cause be a slave
Another fronting mutherfucker in a grave
Geah, you got over fool your ass was sly
But a nigga tell no lies

off the sucker right there he didn't stop
Killed off the sucker there he didn't stop

Another on my shit list
And now the punk bitch wanna games
No competition so I'll no fucking names
Just like a rat, she likes to
But you squeeled on the E, so whats the
Geah, you spread for humour G
But the shit funny, so humour me
And um, aint no more of your bullshit I'm
Geah, Tired of the fucking stabbing
in the bozac, as I stack
To jaw I start to mack. Like a fool don't clap
And um, it aint over till the fat spit
Well the fat bitch is about to shit
To save sorry ass from the mash
So who gives a fuck if I tap that but
So um, when ass is gone, they'll wonder why
But a nigga tell no lies

Killed off the right there he didn't stop
Killed off the sucker right he didn't stop
off the sucker right there he didn't stop
Killed off the sucker right there he didn't
Ran through the and went pop, pop, pop

Get ready for the mutherfucking trip
As I pop in another clip
Geah, one more busta, another
Fool your kinda fake, talking you fucked the Eiht
Damn, sorry bitch with some street slang
Peel his cap cause we from the same gang
Talking about you'll shoot the from the top of the tree
Nigga please, I might drop you to your knees
Try to lay low, but you you can't escape
you have to diss me on your underground tape
Now you your shit up on a shelf
Didn't you know, you'd be fucking your own
Quick draw McGraw, on the fucking
As you scheme on my team I two to your jaw
Geah, you got fool, but you know why
Cause a dead nigga no lies

off the sucker right there he didn't stop
Killed off the right there he didn't stop
Ran through the and went pop, pop, pop

Geah, Eihthype in a mutherfucking
For the nine to get loose
My nigga Mike T is in the house. Dj Slips in the house
My 'Times in the house, Rick's in the house
My Chill's in the house, Boom Bams in the house
And we here