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

* uncredited, but +probably+ Baltimore

Flex]
Murder Inc

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

Child & Tah Murdah]
Yeah put your motherfuckin in the air, we here
And it's money and all year
Yo it's nothing but the money, gettin you feel us
A hundred mill is deep all we killers
Nothing but the realer and we after skrilla
So if you in the path or blockin the cash, block and we
Bitch nigga throw em up, we still don't give a
This is Flex shit we party reckless you can't
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
Spit on some shit and shatted and tear bones up
Cadillac Escalade on dubs, chromed up
We dro in the no-smoking sections
Toting weapons, smokin
better respect it or the paramedics be pressing on your chest
When you gasp for breathe minutes away from
Remorseless, never the less
When I spit shit'll rip through your and vest
All my 70's babies on Henny and
Feel me baby, I was slingin in the shade
hate me, niggaz wanna see me in my grave
Niggaz make me, wanna grab the and spray
I'm a Pov hustler, I'm from the Woodhull gutters
Which means it's murda motherfucker

[Chorus: Ronnie
Have you ever had a pussy runnin his mouth
That's a nigga that you kill, let him die down
Get in there, catch the body, it and bounce
I'm druged up of an ounce of 'dro, I want
And the same niggaz who your pops, kill em all
Stop, wait, multiply the
Feelin the hate, come out, get on one
Proper, killer, copper, has just begun

[C.B.]
What, what..
What the fuck, been a menace since III+
When I was un un un'nin, pussy coming
Who the fuck what it wit'cha
twenties on a squad of ducks
Sittin spittin get wit me
Bitch nigga, earn stripes
Me and gunnin a turnpike, turn right
Hit brickball, hardcore, platinum dog
I get in ya, fuck a stage, ya murderer these bars

As far as the dough go I'm hungry, I this bread
I ain't sharin with of y'all, I'm killin niggaz instead
Poppin lead, somebody's gonna up dead
Hard drugs the edge, I'm out of my head
niggaz ready to die?
I'm layin niggaz flat, you'll be dead in the sky
Niggaz built for crime
Niggaz ain't for street life, so fuck five mics
Fuck pigs, fuck police, murda for life

[Ja
Motherfuckers, I'm untearable and I'll on you
That heat you spit, I spits too
Put in you, match yo' name
It's really the Rule nigga that them thangs
For real, it's in my ready to kill
Cause nigga I happen to you
It's about time I you
The world over, you fraudulent niggaz it's all
Get ready, the hostile take over
You scared but don't
Cause I like sendin my slugs in excess, and 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 be ready to die
I'm a Murderer, niggaz scared all in they eyes
Funk Flex, I-N-C, it's murda for

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