Luyện nghe bài hát Genocide

Stone cold killers in these Compton
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, it's
Murder,

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

Stone cold killers in Compton streets
One hand on the 9, all 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 been a 187 in bitch!)
Murderess, listen, hit a suburban whippin'
Tinted windows ride at your wifey (Blah!) and I bet you her
Reload the protools and we the clip in both trays
one on the left and one in the right hand, Scottie Pippen both ways
Been doin' drive bys got music industry time lined
Lookin' like Rosecrans when niggas up them signs, but I
I'm about that bottom where it's hot grinds
Shit, I'm tryna get paid and keep 'em guys high
Sometimes I like I could just bury 'em, bury 'em
delirium, mass hysteria, scarier area
I'm very aware that hip hop needed to carry it
So I married that bitch and swung down in chariot
way too fuckin' close, beware the barrier
This is hub city nigga, don't us embarrass you
Man, you should be realistic, these niggas 'round ballistic
We did the numbers and you like another statistic

Stone cold killers in these streets
One on the 9, all eyes on me
Murder,
Murder,
Call 9-1-1
up in the air for the world to see
It's murder, murder
Murder,

Ahh, recognize side the sides reside until the dead has risen
Live in a project building, dodgin' the ceilings
I ride, I'mma ride in a jeep
Ride with the of five blind men, my vision (Corrupted)
Mama tried counselin', five for Kendrick (But fuck it)
My family's ties, had Rosecrans existence (abducted)
My aliens on surveillance, they me a visit (Disgusting)
Our stadium's packed, in black
Curls drippin', silver bullet, in my strap
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, your up or somethings up
I hoping all get orthotist, it before the double dutch broke
ruckus with the weapon I protect it under oath
My discretion, fuck your blessing, fuck life
Fuck your hope, fuck mama
Fuck your daddy, fuck you dead
Fuck the up when we came up, that's Compton homie!

Murder,


It's all

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