Luyện nghe bài hát Homicide

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

Cocksucker, this rap, check my rap sheets
I feed you to the rats with peanut on yo' feet
44 bulldog, get money hard
So the feds my face on that damn number card

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

Niggaz talk it, they don't it, these niggaz is butt
Go through projects and they jewels is tucked
I'm in apartment 4B, down the llama
With two freaks like, Britney and Madonna
And you how I ride when the beef is on
Pull up, la la Jamaican songs

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 that's why homicide all

a hole, there's a hole
There's a in his head, hole in his leg
Hole in his pants, holes
And why homicide all around

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

I'm in that new Range, when I pull up kid
I turn your brains into red concrete
That's the beauty of violence
I'm loudmouth, but my Ruger silent

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck you, listen, lemme tell you
run up on no whip
Just run up on a nigga and his fuckin' brains out
That's what, gangsta, nigga, you hear me?

Don't fuckin' run up on a whip and somethin'
Lemme see you, a nigga brains out
And stand for two minutes
And run, motherfucker