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

* uncredited, but Charli Baltimore

[Funkmaster
Inc baby

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

[Black & Tah Murdah]
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 all black we killers
but the realer niggaz and we after skrilla
So if you in the or blockin the cash, block 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 nillas if you willin to win it we in it
Throw guns up, throw em up, and fuck keepin the chome tucked
on some shit and shatted and tear your bones up
Cadillac sittin on dubs, chromed up
We dro in the no-smoking sections
weapons, smokin sessions
Nigga better respect it or the be pressing on your chest
When you gasp for breathe minutes away from
Remorseless, yeah never the
When I spit shit'll rip through leather and vest
All my 70's babies on and Haze
me baby, I was slingin twenties in the shade
Killers hate me, niggaz see me in my grave
make me, wanna grab the milly and spray
I'm a Pov City hustler, I'm the Woodhull gutters
Which it's still murda motherfucker

[Chorus: Ronnie
Have you ever had a pussy nigga his mouth
That's a nigga you kill, let him die down south
Get in there, the body, spit it and bounce
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
the hate, walls come out, get on one
Proper, killer, copper, shit has begun

[C.B.]
What, what..
the fuck, been a menace since +Volume III+
When I was un un un'nin, pussy second
Who the fuck what want it
Chrome on a squad of ducks
Sittin spittin get wit me
Bitch hustle nigga, stripes
Me and gunnin a turnpike, turn right
Hit brickball, hardcore, platinum dog
I get in ya, fuck a stage, ya kill these bars

As far as the go I'm hungry, I need this bread
I sharin with 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 down flat, you'll be in the sky
Niggaz ain't built for
Niggaz ain't built for street life, so five mics
Fuck pigs, fuck police, murda for life

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

Murdah]
My BJ
Ronnie
My Pre
My nigga
Flex nigga
Funk Flex