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

* uncredited, but +probably+ Charli

[Funkmaster
Inc baby

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

[Black Child & Tah
Yeah put your motherfuckin fingers in the air, we
And it's money and murda all
Yo it's nothing but the money, gettin you feel us
A mill is deep all black we killers
Nothing but the realer niggaz and we skrilla
So if you in the path or blockin the cash, 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 if you willin to win it like we in it
Throw your guns up, em up, and fuck keepin the chome tucked
Spit on some shit and shatted and tear your up
Cadillac sittin on dubs, chromed up
We blow dro in the no-smoking
Toting weapons, sessions
better 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 shit'll rip through leather and vest
All my 70's on Henny and Haze
Feel me baby, I was slingin in the shade
hate me, niggaz wanna see me in my grave
Niggaz make me, wanna the milly and spray
I'm a Pov City hustler, I'm the Woodhull gutters
means it's still murda motherfucker

[Chorus: Ronnie
Have you ever had a pussy nigga runnin his
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 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..
What the fuck, a menace since +Volume III+
When I was un un un'nin, pussy coming
Who the what want it wit'cha
Chrome twenties on a squad of
spittin fifty get wit me
Bitch hustle nigga, stripes
Me and Chi-ha gunnin a turnpike, turn
Hit brickball, hardcore, platinum dog
I get in ya, a stage, ya murderer kill these bars

As far as the dough go I'm hungry, I this bread
I ain't with none of y'all, I'm killin niggaz instead
lead, somebody's gonna wind up dead
Hard over the edge, I'm out of my head
niggaz ready to die?
I'm niggaz down flat, you'll be dead in the sky
ain't built for crime
Niggaz ain't built for street life, so fuck mics
Fuck pigs, police, murda for life nigga

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

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