Luyện nghe bài hát Genocide

Stone killers 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 you'll see
murder, it's murder
Murder,

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

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

(It's been a 187 in bitch!)
Murderess, murder listen, hit a suburban
Tinted windows ride at wifey (Blah!) and I bet you miss her
the protools and we throw the clip in both trays
That's one on the and one in the right hand, Scottie Pippen both ways
Been doin' drive bys got this industry time lined
Lookin' like Rosecrans when throw up them signs, but I
I'm about that bottom where it's hot grinds
Shit, I'm just tryna get paid and keep 'em guys
Sometimes I feel like I could bury 'em, bury 'em
Cause delirium, hysteria, scarier area
I'm very aware hip hop needed somethin' to carry it
So I married bitch and swung down in that chariot
Hangin' way too close, beware the barrier
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' another statistic

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

Ahh, recognize whatever side the reside until the dead has risen
Live in a project building, dodgin' the module
I ride, I'mma in a stolen jeep
Ride with the of five blind men, my vision (Corrupted)
tried counselin', five plans for Kendrick (But fuck it)
My family's ties, had Rosecrans existence (abducted)
My on surveillance, they payed me a visit (Disgusting)
Our stadium's packed, in black
Curls drippin', 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 with the weapon I protect it under
My discretion, fuck blessing, fuck your life
Fuck your hope, your mama
Fuck daddy, fuck you dead homie
Fuck the world up when we came up, that's homie!

Murder,


It's all

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