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

* uncredited, but Charli Baltimore

[Funkmaster
Inc baby

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

[Black Child & Tah
Yeah put your motherfuckin in the air, we here
And money and murda all year
Yo it's nothing but the money, cash you feel us
A hundred mill is deep all we killers
but the realer niggaz and we after skrilla
So if you in the path or blockin the cash, and we blast
Bitch nigga throw em up, we still give a fuck
This is Flex we party reckless you can't exit
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
on some shit and shatted and tear your bones up
Cadillac sittin on dubs, chromed up
We blow dro in the sections
Toting weapons, sessions
better respect it or the paramedics be pressing on your chest
When you gasp for breathe minutes away from
Remorseless, yeah the less
I spit shit'll rip through your leather and vest
All my babies on Henny and Haze
Feel me baby, I was twenties in the shade
Killers hate me, wanna see me in my grave
make me, wanna grab the milly and spray
I'm a Pov City hustler, I'm from the Woodhull
Which means it's murda motherfucker

[Chorus: Bumps]
Have you ever had a pussy nigga runnin his
a nigga that you kill, let him die down south
Get in there, catch the body, it and bounce
I'm druged up of an of 'dro, I want dough
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, has just begun

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

As far as the go I'm hungry, I need this bread
I ain't sharin with none of y'all, I'm killin instead
Poppin lead, somebody's wind up dead
Hard drugs the edge, I'm out of my head
niggaz ready to die?
I'm layin niggaz down flat, you'll be 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 and I'll piss on you
That heat you spit, I that too
Put three in you, yo' name
really the Rule nigga that pops them thangs
For real, it's in my ready to kill
Cause nigga I to know you
It's time I expose you
The world over, you niggaz it's all over
Get ready, the hostile murderers over
You scared but know
I like sendin my slugs in excess, and makes the wet steps
I, mack cold blooded and I fucks 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, scared it's all in they eyes
Funk Flex, I-N-C, murda for life

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