Luyện nghe bài hát Homicide

Turn me up in fuckin' headphones
Real quick, man, I'm feelin' to this track
And a nigga when I get the fuck outta here, man

Cocksucker, ain't rap, check my rap sheets
I feed you to the rats peanut butter on yo' feet
44 bulldog, get money hard
So the feds want my face on that number card

I drag you in elevator, hit the stop button
So I pop somethin', they can't fingerprint nothin'
I hope you bitch, I'm lovin' your dame
her ass and her heart, hit her jugular vein

Niggaz talk it, they don't live it, these niggaz is
Go through they projects and they is tucked
I'm in apartment 4B, wipin' the llama
With two freaks kissin' like, Britney and
And you know how I when the beef is on
Pull up, la la like Jamaican

It's a nine, it's a
There's a clip in the nine, bullet in the
Bullet in the chamber on the ground
And why homicide all around

There's a hole, a hole
There's a in his head, hole in his leg
Hole in his pants, everywhere
And that's why all around

There's a body, there's a
a body in a drop, body in a lot
Body uptown, body
And why homicide all around

I'm in that brand new Range, I pull up kid
I turn your brains red concrete stains
That's the beauty of gruesome
I'm loudmouth, nigga but my Ruger

Sunup, sundown, my fish scale
And if a nigga wanna it he gon' be fish food
Yeah, Yayo rhyme but I murk a
And when mind leave your body your spirit is soul searchin'

Gas your team, nigga, I'ma blast your
I got plastic milk jugs full of
Four fours loud, you layin' in heaven
your moms and your pops in deep clouds of depression

I turn head into pasta and baked zucchini
Like that bitch did that in New Jack City
In broad daylight, you better think
Or that thing on hip nigga better spray right

a nine, it's a nine
There's a clip in the nine, bullet in the
Bullet in the chamber round on the
And that's why all around

a hole, it's a hole
It's a hole in his head, in his leg
in his pants, holes everywhere
And that's why homicide all

a body, it's a body
It's a body in a drop, body on the
uptown, body downtown
And that's why all around

Feelin' to fuckin' kill somebody now, nigga, fuck!
Got a shit load of guns right now,
Homicide, around, I'm gone, nigga
you see them suits and ties

You to believe I did that to you, nigga
Matter of fact, I didn't do to you
C'mon man, is real, man
This is for them, niggaz

Fuck you, listen, lemme tell you
Don't run up on no
Just run up on a nigga and his fuckin' brains out
That's what, that's gangsta, nigga, you me?

fuckin' run up on a whip and spray somethin'
Lemme see you, shoot a nigga out
And stand for two minutes
And run, motherfucker