Luyện nghe bài hát Genocide

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

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

Stone cold killers in Compton streets
One hand on the 9, all on me
Murder,
Murder,
Call 9-1-1
Hands up in the air for the words see
It's murder, it's
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
the protools and we throw the clip in both trays
That's one on the left and one in the right hand, Scottie Pippen ways
Been doin' bys got this music industry time lined
Lookin' like Rosecrans when throw up them signs, but I
I'm talkin' about that bottom where hot grinds
Shit, I'm just tryna get paid and keep 'em guys
Sometimes I feel I could just bury 'em, bury 'em
Cause delirium, mass hysteria, area
I'm very aware that hip hop needed to carry it
So I that bitch and swung down in that chariot
Hangin' way too fuckin' close, the barrier
This is hub city nigga, don't us embarrass you
Man, you should be realistic, these 'round here ballistic
We did the numbers and you lookin' like statistic

Stone cold killers in these Compton
One hand on the 9, all 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 the dead has risen
Live in a building, dodgin' the module ceilings
I ride, I'mma in a stolen jeep
with the eyes of five blind men, my vision (Corrupted)
Mama counselin', five plans for Kendrick (But fuck it)
My ties, had sabotaged Rosecrans existence (abducted)
My aliens on surveillance, they me a visit (Disgusting)
Our stadium's packed, raiders in
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, your supper's up or up
I hoping all get orthotist, rope it the double dutch broke
Plenty with the weapon I protect it under oath
My discretion, fuck your blessing, your life
Fuck your hope, your mama
Fuck daddy, fuck you dead homie
Fuck the up when we came up, that's Compton homie!

Murder,


It's all

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