Luyện nghe bài hát Homicide

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

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

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

Niggaz talk it, they don't live it, these is butt
Go through they projects and jewels is tucked
I'm in 4B, wipin' down the llama
With two freaks kissin' like, Britney and
And you know how I ride 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
in the chamber round 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, everywhere
And that's why all around

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Feelin' to kill somebody right now, nigga, fuck!
Got a shit load of guns now, nigga
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 do that to you
man, shit 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, that's gangsta, nigga, you me?

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