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

* uncredited, but +probably+ Charli

[Funkmaster
Murder Inc

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

Child & Tah Murdah]
Yeah put motherfuckin fingers in the air, we here
And it's money and all year
Yo it's nothing but the money, gettin cash you 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 don't give a fuck
This is Flex shit we reckless you can't exit
And all my if you willin 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 Escalade on dubs, chromed up
We blow dro in the no-smoking
Toting weapons, sessions
Nigga better respect it or the be pressing on your chest
When you gasp for breathe minutes away death
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 twenties in the shade
Killers hate me, wanna see me in my grave
Niggaz make me, wanna grab the and spray
I'm a Pov City hustler, I'm from the Woodhull
Which means it's still murda

[Chorus: Bumps]
you ever had a pussy 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 druged up of an 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, has just begun

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

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

[Ja
Motherfuckers, I'm untearable and I'll on you
That heat you spit, I that too
Put three in you, match yo'
really the Rule nigga that pops them thangs
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
I like sendin my slugs in excess, and makes the wet steps
I, mack cold blooded and 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, best be ready to die
I'm a Murderer, niggaz it's all in they eyes
Funk Flex, I-N-C, it's murda for

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