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

* uncredited, but +probably+ Charli

[Funkmaster
Inc baby

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

Child & Tah Murdah]
Yeah put your motherfuckin fingers in the air, we
And it's money and all year
Yo nothing but the money, gettin cash you feel us
A hundred is deep all black we killers
Nothing but the realer niggaz and we skrilla
So if you in the path or the cash, block and we blast
Bitch 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 guns up, throw em up, and fuck keepin the chome tucked
Spit on some shit and shatted and your bones up
Escalade sittin on dubs, chromed up
We dro in the no-smoking sections
Toting weapons, sessions
Nigga respect it or the paramedics be pressing on your chest
When you gasp for breathe away from death
Remorseless, yeah never the
When I spit shit'll rip through your and vest
All my 70's on Henny and Haze
me baby, I was slingin twenties in the shade
Killers hate me, wanna see me in my grave
Niggaz me, wanna grab the milly and spray
I'm a Pov City hustler, I'm from the gutters
means it's still murda motherfucker

[Chorus: Bumps]
Have you had a pussy nigga runnin his mouth
That's a nigga that you kill, let him die down
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 pops, kill em all
Stop, wait, multiply the
Feelin the hate, walls out, get on one
Proper, killer, copper, shit has just

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

As far as the dough go I'm hungry, I need bread
I ain't sharin with of y'all, I'm killin niggaz instead
Poppin lead, somebody's gonna wind up
Hard 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 built for
Niggaz ain't built for life, so fuck five mics
Fuck pigs, fuck police, for life nigga

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

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