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

* uncredited, but +probably+ Baltimore

[Funkmaster
Murder Inc

Murdah]
Y'all know what 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 motherfuckin fingers in the air, we here
And it's money and murda all
Yo it's nothing but the money, gettin cash you us
A hundred mill is all black we killers
Nothing but the realer niggaz and we after
So if you in the or blockin the cash, block and we blast
Bitch nigga throw em up, we still don't a fuck
This is Flex we party reckless 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
on some shit and shatted and tear your bones up
Cadillac sittin on dubs, chromed up
We dro in the no-smoking sections
Toting weapons, smokin
Nigga better respect it or the paramedics be on your chest
When you gasp for breathe minutes from death
Remorseless, never the less
I spit shit'll rip through your leather 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 me, wanna grab the milly and spray
I'm a Pov City hustler, I'm from the gutters
Which means it's still murda

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

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

As far as the dough go I'm hungry, I need this
I ain't with none of y'all, I'm killin niggaz instead
Poppin lead, somebody's gonna up dead
drugs over the edge, I'm out of my head
Y'all niggaz to die?
I'm layin niggaz down flat, you'll be in the sky
Niggaz built for crime
Niggaz ain't built for street life, so fuck 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 in you, match yo' name
It's really the Rule that pops them thangs
For real, it's in my bloodline ready to
Cause nigga I to know you
It's time I expose you
The world over, you fraudulent niggaz all over
Get ready, the murderers take over
You but don't know
Cause I sendin my slugs in excess, and makes the wet steps
I, mack cold blooded and bitches I love it
I'll asssassinate character and think nothin of it
I'm a Murderer, niggaz not value they life
I'm a Murderer, niggaz best be ready to die
I'm a Murderer, niggaz it's all in they eyes
Flex, I-N-C, it's murda for life

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