Luyện nghe bài hát Feelin the Hate - Ja Rule & The Murderers

* uncredited, but +probably+ Baltimore

[Funkmaster
Inc baby

[Tah
Y'all motherfuckers know what this is
Take over (gimme that shit man)
Flex nigga
Murder Inc
Tah Murdah, Child, C.B., O1
And my nigga Ja

[Black Child & Tah
Yeah put your motherfuckin in the air, we here
And it's money and murda all
Yo it's nothing but the money, cash you feel us
A hundred mill is deep all black we
Nothing but the realer niggaz and we after
So if you in the path or blockin the cash, block and we
Bitch nigga throw em up, we still don't give a
This is Flex shit we party reckless you can't
And all my nillas if you to win it like we in it
Throw your guns up, throw em up, and keepin the chome tucked
Spit on some shit and shatted and your bones up
Cadillac Escalade sittin on dubs, up
We blow dro in the no-smoking
weapons, smokin sessions
Nigga better respect it or the paramedics be pressing on your
When you gasp for minutes away from death
Remorseless, never the less
When I spit shit'll rip through your and vest
All my 70's babies on Henny and
Feel me baby, I was twenties in the shade
Killers hate me, niggaz see me in my grave
Niggaz make me, wanna the milly and spray
I'm a Pov City hustler, I'm from the Woodhull
means it's still murda motherfucker

[Chorus: Ronnie
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 same who killed your pops, kill em all
Stop, wait, the eight
Feelin the hate, walls out, get on one
Proper, killer, copper, shit has begun

[C.B.]
What, what..
What the fuck, been a menace +Volume III+
When I was un un un'nin, second coming
Who the fuck want it wit'cha
Chrome twenties on a of ducks
spittin fifty get wit me
Bitch hustle nigga, stripes
Me and Chi-ha gunnin a turnpike, turn
Hit brickball, hardcore, platinum dog
I get in ya, fuck a stage, ya murderer kill these

As far as the dough go I'm hungry, I need bread
I ain't sharin with of y'all, I'm killin niggaz instead
lead, somebody's gonna wind up dead
Hard drugs over the edge, I'm out of my
niggaz ready to die?
I'm layin niggaz down flat, be dead in the sky
Niggaz ain't built for
Niggaz ain't built for life, so fuck five mics
Fuck pigs, fuck police, for life nigga

[Ja
Motherfuckers, I'm untearable and I'll on you
That you spit, I spits that too
Put in you, match yo' name
It's really the Rule nigga that pops thangs
For real, in my bloodline ready to kill
Cause nigga I happen to you
about time I expose you
The world over, you niggaz it's all over
Get ready, the hostile murderers take
You scared but don't
Cause I like sendin my slugs in excess, and makes the wet
I, mack blooded and bitches I fucks love it
I'll asssassinate your and think nothin of it
I'm a Murderer, niggaz must not they life
Cause I'm a Murderer, niggaz be ready to die
I'm a Murderer, niggaz scared it's all in eyes
Funk Flex, I-N-C, it's murda for

[Tah
My BJ
Ronnie
My Pre
My nigga
Funk nigga
Funk nigga