Luyện nghe bài hát Feelin the Hate

Murder Inc
Murdah]
Y'all motherfuckers know this shit is
Take over (gimme that shit man)
Funk nigga
Inc nigga
Tah Murdah, Child, C.B., O1
And my Ja Rule
[Black Child & Tah
Yeah put your fingers in the air, we here
And money and murda all year
Yo it's nothing but the money, gettin you feel us
A hundred mill is all black we killers
but the realer niggaz and we after skrilla
So if you in the path or blockin the cash, block and we
Bitch nigga throw em up, we don't give a fuck
This is Flex shit we reckless you can't exit
And all my nillas if you willin to win it we in it
Throw your up, throw em up, and fuck keepin the chome tucked
Spit on some shit and shatted and your bones up
Cadillac Escalade on dubs, chromed up
We blow dro in the no-smoking
Toting weapons, smokin
better respect it or the paramedics be pressing on your chest
When you gasp for breathe minutes from death
Remorseless, never the less
When I spit shit'll rip through your and vest
All my 70's on Henny and Haze
Feel me baby, I was slingin twenties in the
Killers hate me, wanna see me in my grave
Niggaz make me, wanna grab the milly and
I'm a Pov hustler, I'm from the Woodhull gutters
Which it's still murda motherfucker
Ronnie Bumps]
Have you ever had a pussy runnin his mouth
That's a nigga that you kill, let him die south
Get in there, catch the body, spit it and
I'm druged up of an ounce of 'dro, I want
And the same who killed your pops, kill em all
Stop, wait, multiply the
Feelin the hate, come out, get on one
Proper, killer, copper, shit has just
[C.B.]
What, what..
the fuck, been a menace since +Volume III+
When I was un un un'nin, second coming
Who the fuck want it wit'cha
Chrome on a squad of ducks
Sittin fifty get wit me
Bitch hustle nigga, earn
Me and gunnin a turnpike, turn right
Hit that brickball, hardcore, dog
I get in ya, fuck a stage, ya kill these bars

As far as the dough go I'm hungry, I need this
I ain't sharin with none of y'all, I'm killin instead
lead, somebody's gonna wind up dead
Hard drugs over the edge, I'm out of my
Y'all niggaz ready to
I'm layin niggaz flat, you'll be dead in the sky
Niggaz built for crime
Niggaz ain't built for street life, so five mics
pigs, fuck police, murda for life nigga

[Ja
Motherfuckers, I'm and I'll piss on you
That heat you spit, I spits too
Put in you, match yo' name
It's really the Rule that pops them thangs
For real, it's in my bloodline ready to
Cause I happen to know you
It's about time I you
The world over, you fraudulent niggaz all over
Get ready, the murderers take over
You scared but know
Cause I like sendin my slugs in excess, and the wet steps
I, mack cold blooded and I fucks love it
asssassinate your character and think nothin of it
I'm a Murderer, niggaz must not value life
I'm a Murderer, niggaz best be ready to die
I'm a Murderer, scared it's all in they eyes
Funk Flex, I-N-C, it's for life
Murdah]
My BJ
Bumps
My Pre
My nigga
Funk Flex
Flex nigga