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

* uncredited, but Charli Baltimore

[Funkmaster
Murder Inc

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

[Black Child & Tah
Yeah put your motherfuckin in the air, we here
And it's and murda all year
Yo it's nothing but the money, gettin you feel us
A hundred mill is deep all we killers
Nothing but the niggaz and we after 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
is Flex shit we party reckless you can't exit
And all my nillas if you willin to win it we in it
Throw your guns up, throw em up, and fuck keepin the chome
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 respect it or the paramedics be pressing on your chest
When you gasp for minutes away from death
Remorseless, yeah never the
When I spit rip through your leather 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 milly and
I'm a Pov City hustler, I'm from the Woodhull
means it's still murda motherfucker

[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, 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, multiply the
Feelin the hate, walls out, get on one
Proper, killer, copper, shit has begun

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

As far as the dough go I'm hungry, I need this
I ain't sharin with none of y'all, I'm killin niggaz
Poppin lead, somebody's wind up dead
drugs over the edge, I'm out of my head
Y'all niggaz ready to
I'm layin down flat, you'll be dead in the sky
Niggaz built for crime
Niggaz ain't for street life, so fuck five mics
pigs, fuck police, murda for life nigga

[Ja
Motherfuckers, I'm and I'll piss on you
That heat you spit, I that too
Put three in you, match yo'
It's really the nigga that pops them thangs
For real, in my bloodline ready to kill
Cause nigga I to know you
It's about I expose you
The world over, you fraudulent it's all over
Get ready, the hostile take over
You scared but know
I like sendin my slugs in excess, and makes the wet steps
I, cold blooded and bitches I fucks love it
I'll asssassinate your character and think of it
I'm a Murderer, niggaz must not they life
Cause I'm a Murderer, best be ready to die
I'm a Murderer, scared it's all in they eyes
Funk Flex, I-N-C, murda for life

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