Luyện nghe bài hát Genocide

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

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

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

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

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

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

Murder,


It's all

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