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

* uncredited, but +probably+ Baltimore

[Funkmaster
Inc baby

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

[Black & Tah Murdah]
Yeah put your motherfuckin in the air, we here
And money and murda all year
Yo it's nothing but the money, gettin you feel us
A mill is deep all black we killers
Nothing but the realer and we after skrilla
So if you in the or blockin the cash, block and we blast
nigga throw em up, we still don't give a fuck
This is shit 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 fuck the chome tucked
Spit on some shit and shatted and tear bones up
Cadillac sittin on dubs, chromed up
We blow dro in the sections
Toting weapons, smokin
Nigga better respect it or the be pressing on your chest
When you gasp for breathe minutes from death
Remorseless, yeah never the
I spit shit'll rip through your leather and vest
All my 70's on Henny and Haze
me baby, I was slingin twenties in the shade
Killers hate me, niggaz see me in my grave
Niggaz me, wanna grab the milly and spray
I'm a Pov City hustler, I'm from the Woodhull
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 down
Get in there, catch the body, spit it and
I'm druged up of an ounce of 'dro, I want
And the same who killed your pops, kill em all
Stop, wait, the eight
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, second coming
Who the fuck want it wit'cha
twenties on a squad of ducks
Sittin fifty get wit me
Bitch hustle nigga, earn
Me and Chi-ha gunnin a turnpike, right
Hit that brickball, hardcore, dog
I get in ya, fuck a stage, ya 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 niggaz instead
Poppin lead, somebody's gonna wind up
Hard drugs over the edge, I'm out of my
Y'all ready to die?
I'm niggaz down flat, you'll be dead in the sky
Niggaz ain't built for
Niggaz ain't built for life, so fuck five mics
pigs, fuck police, murda for life nigga

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

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