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 like a dog I put your ass to sleep
No more and taking my snaps
Sorry fool, Eiht goin' 'n get the straps
Geah, I puts my in and fuck up your shit
Now you gotta bow down and suck a fat
Mmm. I guess thats what you get you try to play
Try to come up with that he say
Or she say, or the fuck did that fool say?
Punk bitch, I'll mop ass up anyway
Dont misbehave, you'll be a slave
Another fronting mutherfucker in a early
Geah, you got over fool your ass was sly
But a nigga tell no lies

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

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

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

Get ready for the last mutherfucking
As I pop in mutherfucking clip
Geah, one more busta, mark
Fool your kinda fake, talking about you the Eiht
Damn, another sorry with some street slang
Peel his cap cause we aint the same gang
Talking about you'll shoot the Eiht from the top of the
Nigga please, I drop you to your fucking knees
Try to lay low, but you know you can't
Why'd you have to diss me on your underground
Now you hang your shit up on a
you know, you'd be fucking your own self
Quick draw McGraw, on the draw
As you scheme on my team I take two to jaw
Geah, you got over fool, but you why
Cause a nigga tell 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 Mike T is in the house. Dj Slips in the mutherfucking house
My 'Times in the house, Rick's in the house
My Chill's in the house, Boom Bams in the house
And we outta