Luyện nghe bài hát Genocide

Stone cold in these Compton streets
One hand on the 9, all on me
Murder,
Murder,
9-1-1 emergency
Hands up in the air for the words see
It's murder, murder
Murder,

My daddy done a bitch
Went and put dome to her head
My daddy done you
Don't feel a pull a part man and
(Let me up!) What it look
See my daddy done kill 'em
Bullets come down from the
My done killa you
Don't a pull a part that man and
(Let me up!) What it

Stone cold killers in Compton streets
One on the 9, all eyes on me
Murder,
Murder,
9-1-1 emergency
Hands up in the air for the you'll see
It's murder, murder
Murder,

(It's a 187 in this bitch!)
Murderess, murder listen, hit a whippin'
Tinted ride at your wifey (Blah!) and I bet you miss her
Reload the protools and we throw the in both trays
That's one on the left and one in the right hand, Pippen both ways
doin' drive bys got this music industry time lined
Lookin' Rosecrans when niggas throw up them signs, but I
I'm talkin' about that bottom where hot grinds
Shit, I'm just get paid and keep 'em guys high
Sometimes I feel like I could bury 'em, bury 'em
Cause delirium, mass hysteria, area
I'm very aware hip hop needed somethin' to carry it
So I married that bitch and down in that chariot
Hangin' way too fuckin' close, beware the
is hub city nigga, don't make us embarrass you
Man, you should be realistic, niggas 'round here ballistic
We did the numbers and you lookin' like another

Stone cold killers in these streets
One hand on the 9, all on me
Murder,
Murder,
Call emergency
up in the air for the world to see
It's murder, murder
Murder,

Ahh, recognize whatever side the sides reside the dead has risen
Live in a project building, dodgin' the module
I ride, I'mma ride in a stolen
Ride with the eyes of five blind men, my (Corrupted)
Mama counselin', five plans for Kendrick (But fuck it)
My family's ties, had sabotaged Rosecrans (abducted)
My on surveillance, they payed me a visit (Disgusting)
Our packed, raiders in black
Curls drippin', silver bullet, palladium in my
I lie on the of a one way street
Nowhere to go, all I can see
I say "Fuck is up?", I fuck 'em up, supper's up or somethings up
I hoping all get orthotist, rope it before the double broke
ruckus with the weapon I protect it under oath
My discretion, your blessing, fuck your life
Fuck your hope, fuck mama
Fuck your daddy, you dead homie
Fuck the world up we came up, that's Compton homie!

Murder,


It's all

Murder,
Murder,
been a murder
(It's been a 187 in bitch!)