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

* uncredited, but +probably+ Baltimore

Flex]
Murder Inc

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

Child & Tah Murdah]
Yeah put your motherfuckin fingers in the air, we
And it's and murda all year
Yo it's but the money, gettin cash 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, and we blast
nigga throw em up, we still don't give a fuck
This is Flex shit we reckless you can't exit
And all my nillas if you willin to win it we in it
Throw your up, throw em up, and fuck keepin the chome tucked
on some shit and shatted and tear your bones up
Cadillac Escalade sittin on dubs, up
We blow dro in the sections
Toting weapons, sessions
Nigga better respect it or the be pressing on your chest
When you gasp for breathe minutes from death
Remorseless, yeah the less
When I spit shit'll rip through your leather and
All my 70's on Henny and Haze
Feel me baby, I was slingin in the shade
Killers hate me, wanna see me in my grave
Niggaz make me, grab the milly and spray
I'm a Pov City hustler, I'm from the gutters
Which means it's still murda

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

[C.B.]
What, what..
the fuck, been a menace since +Volume III+
When I was un un un'nin, second coming
Who the fuck want it wit'cha
Chrome twenties on a squad of
spittin fifty get wit me
Bitch hustle nigga, earn
Me and Chi-ha gunnin a turnpike, turn
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 bread
I ain't sharin with none of y'all, I'm killin niggaz
Poppin lead, somebody's gonna up dead
Hard over the edge, I'm out of my head
niggaz ready to die?
I'm layin down flat, you'll be dead in the sky
Niggaz ain't for crime
Niggaz ain't built for street life, so fuck mics
Fuck pigs, fuck police, murda for life

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

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