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 stopping the violence
I got something for your ass. So peep
yet like a stray dog I put your ass to sleep
No more faking and taking my
Sorry fool, Eiht step 'n get the straps
Geah, I puts my work in and fuck up shit
Now you gotta bow and suck a fat dick
Mmm. I guess thats what you get you try to play
Try to come up that mutherfucking he say
Or she say, or the fuck did that fool say?
Punk bitch, mop that ass up anyway
Dont misbehave, cause be a slave
fronting mutherfucker in a early grave
Geah, you got over fool your ass was sly
But a dead nigga no lies

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

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

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

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

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

Geah, Eihthype in a effect
For the nine deuce to get
My nigga Mike T is in the house. Dj 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