Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Men Tell No Lies

I been quiet for too fucking so now its time to break the silence
I start with the killing so stopping the violence
I got something for monkey ass. So peep
Better yet like a stray dog I put your ass to
No faking and taking my snaps
Sorry fool, Eiht goin' step 'n get the
Geah, I puts my work in and up your shit
Now you bow down and suck a fat dick
Mmm. I guess thats what you get you try to play
Try to up with that mutherfucking he say
Or she say, or what the did that fool say?
Punk bitch, mop that ass up anyway
misbehave, cause you'll 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 right there he stop

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

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

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

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

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