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

* uncredited, but Charli Baltimore

Flex]
Murder Inc

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

[Black Child & Tah
Yeah put your motherfuckin fingers in the air, we
And it's and murda all year
Yo it's but the money, gettin cash you feel us
A hundred mill is deep all we killers
Nothing but the realer and we after skrilla
So if you in the path or blockin the cash, and we blast
Bitch throw em up, we still don't give a fuck
This is Flex shit we reckless you can't exit
And all my if you willin to win it like we in it
your guns 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, sessions
Nigga better respect it or the paramedics be pressing on chest
When you gasp for breathe minutes away death
Remorseless, never the less
When I spit shit'll rip your leather and vest
All my 70's babies on Henny and
Feel me baby, I was slingin in the shade
hate me, niggaz wanna see me in my grave
Niggaz make me, wanna the milly and spray
I'm a Pov hustler, I'm from the Woodhull gutters
Which means still murda motherfucker

[Chorus: Ronnie
Have you ever had a pussy nigga runnin his
That's a that you kill, let him die down south
Get in there, catch the body, spit it and
I'm druged up of an of 'dro, I want dough
And the same niggaz who killed your pops, em all
Stop, wait, multiply the
Feelin the hate, walls out, get on one
Proper, killer, copper, shit has just

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

As far as the dough go I'm hungry, I this bread
I ain't sharin none of y'all, I'm killin niggaz instead
Poppin lead, gonna wind up dead
Hard over the edge, I'm out of my head
Y'all niggaz ready to
I'm layin niggaz flat, you'll be dead in the sky
Niggaz ain't built for
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 heat you spit, I spits too
Put three in you, yo' name
It's really the Rule nigga that pops them
For real, it's in my ready to kill
Cause I happen to know you
about time I expose you
The world over, you fraudulent niggaz it's all
Get ready, the murderers take over
You but don't know
Cause I like sendin my slugs in excess, and the wet steps
I, mack blooded and bitches I fucks love it
I'll asssassinate your character and think of it
I'm a Murderer, niggaz must not value life
Cause I'm a Murderer, niggaz be ready to die
I'm a Murderer, niggaz it's all in they eyes
Funk Flex, I-N-C, it's for life

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