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

* uncredited, but Charli Baltimore

[Funkmaster
Murder Inc

[Tah
motherfuckers know what this shit 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 fingers in the air, we
And it's and murda all year
Yo it's nothing but the money, cash you feel us
A hundred mill is all black we killers
Nothing but the niggaz and we after skrilla
So if you in the path or blockin the cash, and we blast
nigga throw em up, we still don't give a fuck
This is Flex shit we party 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 fuck keepin the chome
Spit on some and shatted and tear your bones up
Cadillac sittin on dubs, chromed up
We blow dro in the no-smoking
Toting weapons, sessions
better respect it or the paramedics be pressing on your chest
When you for breathe minutes away from death
Remorseless, never the less
When I spit rip through your leather and vest
All my 70's babies on and Haze
me baby, I was slingin 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 gutters
Which means it's still motherfucker

Ronnie Bumps]
Have you ever had a nigga runnin his mouth
That's a nigga you kill, let him die down south
Get in there, the body, spit it and bounce
I'm up of an ounce of 'dro, I want dough
And the same niggaz who killed your pops, em all
Stop, wait, multiply the
the hate, walls come 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, pussy second
Who the what want 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, right
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 of y'all, I'm killin niggaz instead
Poppin lead, somebody's gonna wind up
drugs over the edge, I'm out of my head
Y'all ready to die?
I'm niggaz down flat, you'll be dead in the sky
Niggaz ain't for crime
Niggaz ain't built for street life, so five mics
pigs, fuck police, murda for life nigga

[Ja
Motherfuckers, I'm untearable and I'll on you
That you spit, I spits that too
Put three in you, match yo'
It's the Rule nigga that pops them thangs
For real, it's in my ready to kill
Cause I happen to know you
It's time I expose you
The world over, you fraudulent niggaz all over
Get ready, the hostile murderers take
You but don't know
I like sendin my slugs in excess, and makes the wet steps
I, cold blooded and bitches I fucks love it
I'll asssassinate your character and 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 eyes
Funk Flex, I-N-C, murda for life

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