Luyện nghe bài hát Homicide

Turn me up in them fuckin'
Real quick, man, I'm to body 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 with peanut on yo' feet
44 bulldog, get money hustle
So the want my face on that damn number card

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

Niggaz it, they don't live it, these niggaz is butt
Go through they and they jewels is tucked
I'm in apartment 4B, down the llama
With two freaks kissin' like, and Madonna
And you know how I ride when the is on
Pull up, la la like Jamaican

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

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

Sunup, sundown, my fish scale
And if a nigga wanna stop it he gon' be fish
Yeah, Yayo rhyme but I a person
And when your mind leave body your 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 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 better spray

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

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

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

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

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, that

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

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