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 fuck the violence
I got for your monkey ass. So peep
Better yet a stray dog I put your ass to sleep
No more and taking my snaps
Sorry fool, Eiht step 'n get the straps
Geah, I my work in and fuck up your shit
Now you gotta bow down and a fat dick
Mmm. I guess what you get when you try to play
Try to come up with mutherfucking he say
Or she say, or what the fuck did fool say?
bitch, I'll mop that ass up anyway
Dont misbehave, you'll be a slave
Another fronting mutherfucker in a grave
Geah, you got over fool because ass was sly
But a dead tell no lies

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

Another fool on my list
And now the punk wanna play games
No competition so I'll no fucking names
Just a rat, she likes to squeel
But you squeeled on the E, so the deal?
Geah, you spread rumours for G
But the shit aint funny, so me
And um, aint no more of bullshit I'm having
Geah, Tired of the fucking stabbing
in the bozac, as I stack
To your jaw I start to mack. Like a fool clap
And um, it aint over till the fat bitch
Well the fat bitch is about to spit
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 dead tell no lies

Killed off the right there he didn't stop
Killed off the sucker there he didn't stop
Killed off the sucker right 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 about you fucked the
Damn, sorry bitch with some street slang
Peel his cap cause we aint from the gang
Talking about you'll shoot the from the top of the tree
Nigga please, I might drop you to fucking knees
Try to lay low, but you know you can't
Why'd you have to diss me on underground tape
Now you hang your shit up on a
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 fool, but you know why
Cause a dead nigga no lies

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

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