Luyện nghe bài hát Homicide

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

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

I drag you in your elevator, hit the 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 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 like, Britney 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
There's a clip in the nine, in the clip
Bullet in the round on the ground
And why homicide all around

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

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

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

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

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

I turn head into pasta and baked zucchini
Like that bitch did that rasta in New Jack
In daylight, you better think twice
Or thing 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 round on the
And that's why all around

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

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

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

You best to believe I did to you, nigga
Matter of fact, I didn't do 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
run up on a nigga and blow his fuckin' brains out
That's what, gangsta, nigga, you hear me?

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