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

* uncredited, but +probably+ Charli

[Funkmaster
Inc baby

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

Child & Tah Murdah]
Yeah put your fingers in the air, we here
And it's money and all year
Yo it's nothing but the money, cash 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 blockin the cash, and we blast
Bitch nigga throw em up, we still 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 guns up, throw em up, and keepin the chome tucked
on some shit and shatted and tear your bones up
Cadillac Escalade on dubs, chromed up
We dro in the no-smoking sections
Toting weapons, sessions
Nigga better respect it or the paramedics be pressing on chest
When you gasp for breathe away from death
Remorseless, yeah the less
When I spit rip through your leather and vest
All my 70's babies on Henny and
me baby, I was slingin twenties 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 the Woodhull gutters
means it's still murda motherfucker

[Chorus: Bumps]
Have you had a pussy nigga runnin his mouth
That's a nigga you kill, let him die down south
Get in there, catch the body, spit it and
I'm druged up of an ounce of 'dro, I dough
And the same niggaz who your pops, kill 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+
When I was un un un'nin, second coming
Who the fuck what want it
Chrome twenties on a of ducks
Sittin spittin get wit me
Bitch hustle nigga, earn
Me and Chi-ha gunnin a turnpike, 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 this bread
I ain't sharin with none of y'all, I'm niggaz instead
Poppin lead, gonna wind up dead
Hard drugs over the edge, I'm out of my
Y'all niggaz to die?
I'm niggaz down flat, you'll be dead in the sky
ain't built for crime
Niggaz built for street life, so fuck five mics
Fuck pigs, fuck police, 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 ready to kill
nigga I happen to know you
It's time I expose you
The world over, you fraudulent niggaz it's all
Get ready, the hostile murderers over
You scared but know
Cause I sendin my slugs in excess, and makes the wet steps
I, cold blooded and bitches I fucks love it
I'll asssassinate your and think nothin of it
I'm a Murderer, niggaz must not value they
Cause I'm a Murderer, best 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
Bumps
My Pre
My nigga
Funk nigga
Funk nigga