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, this rap, check my rap sheets
I feed you to the rats peanut butter on yo' feet
44 bulldog, get hustle hard
So the want my face on that damn number card

I drag you in elevator, hit the stop button
So when I pop somethin', they fingerprint nothin'
I hope you wit'cho bitch, I'm lovin' dame
Shoot her ass and her heart, hit her jugular

Niggaz talk it, they live it, these niggaz is butt
Go through projects and they jewels 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
Pull up, la la like Jamaican

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

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

There's a body, there's a
There's a in a drop, body in a lot
uptown, body downtown
And that's why all around

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck you, listen, lemme you somethin'
run up on no whip
Just run up on a and blow 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 there for two
And run, motherfucker