Luyện nghe bài hát Feelin the Hate

Murder Inc
[Tah
Y'all motherfuckers know what this is
Take over nigga (gimme shit man)
Flex nigga
Murder Inc
Tah Murdah, Child, C.B., O1
And my Ja Rule
[Black & Tah Murdah]
Yeah put motherfuckin fingers in the air, we here
And money and murda all year
Yo nothing but the money, gettin cash you feel us
A hundred mill is deep all black we
Nothing but the niggaz and we after skrilla
So if you in the path or the cash, block and we blast
nigga throw em up, we still don't give a fuck
This is Flex shit we party you can't exit
And all my nillas if you willin to win it we in it
Throw your guns up, throw em up, and keepin the chome tucked
Spit on some shit and shatted and tear your up
Cadillac sittin on dubs, chromed up
We blow dro in the sections
Toting weapons, sessions
Nigga better respect it or the paramedics be pressing on chest
you gasp for breathe minutes away from death
Remorseless, never the less
When I spit shit'll rip through leather and vest
All my babies on Henny and Haze
Feel me baby, I was slingin in the shade
hate me, niggaz wanna see me in my grave
Niggaz make me, wanna grab the and spray
I'm a Pov hustler, I'm from the Woodhull gutters
means it's still murda motherfucker
[Chorus: Bumps]
you ever had a pussy nigga runnin his mouth
That's a nigga that you kill, let him die south
Get in there, the body, spit it and bounce
I'm druged up of an ounce of 'dro, I dough
And the niggaz who killed your pops, kill em all
Stop, wait, multiply the
Feelin the hate, come out, get on one
Proper, killer, copper, shit has begun
[C.B.]
What, what..
What the fuck, been a menace since III+
When I was un un un'nin, second coming
Who the what want it wit'cha
twenties on a squad of ducks
Sittin fifty get wit me
Bitch nigga, earn stripes
Me and Chi-ha gunnin a turnpike, 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 bread
I ain't with none of y'all, I'm killin niggaz instead
Poppin lead, somebody's gonna wind up
drugs over the edge, I'm out of my head
Y'all ready to die?
I'm layin down flat, you'll be dead in the sky
Niggaz ain't for crime
Niggaz ain't built for street life, so fuck five
Fuck pigs, fuck police, murda for nigga

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