Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Men Tell No Lies

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

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

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

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

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

off the sucker right there he didn't stop
Killed off the sucker right 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 T is in the house. Dj Slips in the mutherfucking house
My nigga 'Times in the house, in the house
My nigga Chill's in the house, Boom Bams in the
And we outta