Luyện nghe bài hát Genocide

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

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

Stone cold killers in these 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 been a 187 in bitch!)
Murderess, murder listen, hit a suburban
Tinted ride at your wifey (Blah!) and I bet you miss her
Reload the and we throw the clip in both trays
one on the left and one in the right hand, Scottie Pippen both ways
Been doin' drive bys got this music industry lined
Lookin' Rosecrans when niggas 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 high
Sometimes I feel like I could just 'em, bury 'em
Cause delirium, mass hysteria, area
I'm very aware that hip hop somethin' to carry it
So I married that bitch and swung down in that
Hangin' way too fuckin' close, the barrier
is hub city nigga, don't make us embarrass you
Man, you should be realistic, these niggas here ballistic
We did the numbers and you lookin' like another

cold killers in these Compton 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 until the has risen
Live in a building, dodgin' the module ceilings
I ride, I'mma ride in a stolen
Ride the eyes of five blind men, my vision (Corrupted)
Mama tried counselin', five plans for Kendrick (But it)
My family's ties, had sabotaged existence (abducted)
My aliens on surveillance, they me a visit (Disgusting)
Our stadium's packed, raiders in
drippin', silver bullet, palladium in my strap
I lie on the of a one way street
to go, death 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 the double dutch broke
Plenty ruckus the weapon I protect it under oath
My discretion, your blessing, fuck your life
Fuck your hope, your mama
your daddy, fuck 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!)