Luyện nghe bài hát Homicide

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

Cocksucker, this ain't rap, my rap sheets
I feed you to the rats with butter on yo' feet
44 bulldog, get money hustle
So the feds want my face on that damn 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
her ass and her heart, hit her jugular vein

Niggaz it, they don't live it, these niggaz is butt
Go through they and they jewels is tucked
I'm in 4B, wipin' down the llama
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, 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 in his head, hole in his leg
Hole in his pants, everywhere
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 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 silent

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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