Luyện nghe bài hát Exodus (outro)

In case you dont the call me Loc, short for L O K I
Im for rule saying his last goodbye
is Exodus, this been a hell of a ride
From Venni Vicci to Blood In His Eye

In the next plan in time seen the rock split
In the ride its as rough as the ride
And you know that they all want to The Inc
But they cant kill us and now we got to finish these

And if finish it murder
(Murder, murder, murder)
([Unverified])
So be it

Last that I recall, they tried to the God mimic my style
Then them in memory of
But smile, some memories lost, the new was born
And no, this a movie, dog
This is
(Murder, murder, murder)
And you a second for me

Yo Gotti, I make the hits, you just me the nod
But the air play the gun, play New York to L.A.
The S.K's will make these spin like Pirelli's
We had some good years but Im and ya niggaz despierin'

And trying to put the dalce to the fire, its like an episode of the
The only is the vengeance is taking us in real life
Now, everybody wanna look at us and think
And point fucking fingers like damn the bad guys

Yall niggas dont know, we niggaz, man
Murder INC we done bin through it all n seen it all
ain't nothin' you can tell me, nigga
I just let y'all know man I've been through so many things

N if it wasn't for the way I live
Would a pray every night to Christ?
I'm just asking
'Coz my prayers never seem to get

Ma mama didn't no bastard
I was with the talent you cant touch
I call magic, you call it music it get remastered
I got with Gotti makin' classics

Its murder, its the of traffic
Trust was my only niggaz of habit
At the time in the game everything was
Pac die, big catches die
And my nigga had a plan to keep Def Jam

he sign D then he sign me
Then he Jay and the rest is history
Thanks for the memories, thanks for the
Reminiscin' the Spike Lee was the school days
We with A's

But these niggaz make you wanna bring out the AR's and
And till back up 'coz that what they gave us
When read the vendikas and various papers
But no heart, no foul y'all, is funny style anyway
Now, we go hard shit the edge

Thats a good question though, see I don't
Why would think what they thinking about
It's not the case though I love my niggaz that's all I'm guilty of
And that all I ever was guilty of is the love for my niggaz

all good though I ain't stressing that shit man
Sometimes God has to put you through
That out the best, very in who you are nigga

Sam it to me, he said, "Sometimes greatness
Is not what you accomplish, what you overcome"
Still breathin', me?