Luyện nghe bài hát Homicide

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Gas your team, nigga, I'ma blast your
I got plastic milk jugs full of
Four bark loud, you layin' in heaven
While your and your pops 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 twice
Or that thing on your hip nigga better spray

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

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

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

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

You best to I did that to you, nigga
Matter of fact, I do that to you
C'mon man, is real, man
This is for them, that

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

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