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

* uncredited, but +probably+ Charli

[Funkmaster
Murder Inc

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

[Black & Tah Murdah]
put your motherfuckin fingers 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 is deep all black we killers
Nothing but the niggaz and we after skrilla
So if you in the or blockin the cash, block and we blast
Bitch nigga throw em up, we still don't a fuck
This is Flex shit we party you can't exit
And all my if you willin to win it like we in it
Throw your guns up, throw em up, and keepin the chome tucked
on some shit and shatted and tear your bones up
Cadillac Escalade on dubs, chromed up
We blow dro in the sections
Toting weapons, smokin
Nigga better respect it or the paramedics be pressing on chest
When you gasp for breathe minutes from death
Remorseless, never the less
When I spit shit'll rip through leather and vest
All my 70's babies on Henny and
me baby, I was slingin twenties in the shade
Killers hate me, niggaz see me in my grave
Niggaz make me, wanna grab the milly and
I'm a Pov City hustler, I'm the Woodhull gutters
Which means still murda motherfucker

[Chorus: Ronnie
Have you ever had a nigga 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 of 'dro, I want dough
And the same niggaz who killed your pops, 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 since +Volume III+
When I was un un un'nin, pussy second
Who the fuck want it wit'cha
Chrome twenties on a squad of
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, a stage, ya murderer 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 niggaz
Poppin lead, gonna wind up dead
Hard over the edge, I'm out of my head
Y'all niggaz ready to
I'm niggaz down flat, you'll be dead in the sky
Niggaz ain't built for
Niggaz built for street life, so fuck five mics
pigs, fuck police, murda for life nigga

[Ja
Motherfuckers, I'm untearable and I'll on you
That heat you spit, I spits too
Put three in you, yo' name
It's really the Rule nigga that them thangs
For real, it's in my bloodline to kill
Cause nigga I to know you
It's about I expose you
The world over, you fraudulent it's all over
Get ready, the hostile murderers take
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
I'll asssassinate your character and nothin of it
I'm a Murderer, must not value they life
Cause I'm a Murderer, niggaz be ready to die
I'm a Murderer, niggaz scared it's all in they
Funk Flex, I-N-C, murda for life

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