Luyện nghe bài hát Murda

Murda,
Murda,

Some say I'm possessed, that's why on my chest
I'm from the Southside so I up the "S"
Disrespect, I lay you to
Boy you ass, you softer breast
Bloody murder, I lay you to
Aim for the head no need for a vest
Can't protect you from this tec
educated, no use for G-tech
Niggas be talking but really want it
Put shells in stomach, like pussy you wet
Flocka Rambo, I stay with the ammo
me, that's a gamble like Russian Roulette
I with them commas, I been through the drama
You going to war, you better
is a "K"? I ain't impressed
Got of shooters I pay just to flex

Niggas say I'm real, say I'm hot
the Mob or Squad, then you get shot
We don't dial 9-1-1, we don't fuck cops
1-8-7 to the ops

Ain't afraid to something
Ain't to murda something
afraid to murda something
Ain't to murda something
Ain't afraid to murda
Ain't to murda something
Ain't afraid to something
afraid to murda something

Ain't to murda something
Put 'em in a or something
I'm thinking you niggas is
a Starburst or something
Get 'em a or something
get 'em in church or something
We the deacon speaking
I'm McClurkin frontin'
I smell pussy, them niggas hurt cousin
All my people say "Stomp!" like I'm Kirk or
Put 'em in the dirt "Work" or something
He get on my so fuck him
You ass like Tahiry when I pressed your buttons
And that was no diss, niggas quick for
quick for the tweeting, y'all quick to be tumbling
How a Vine, 2 clips to your spine
And Instagram of me dumping
I'm feeling your bitch so I'm
I skeet-skeet like nothin'

say I'm real, bitches say I'm hot
Disrespect the Mob or Squad, then you get
We don't dial 9-1-1, we don't fuck with
to the fuckin' ops

Ain't afraid to murda
Ain't to murda something
Ain't afraid to murda
Ain't to murda something
Ain't to murda something
Ain't afraid to something
Ain't to murda something
Ain't afraid to murda

It's a homicide, a bloody
All my niggas to murder
187 on the op
That's a soldier

I'm finna get back and start peelin' the
Now I'm beating that ass Ike did Turner
You sit in a box, you sleep in a
you from, that's my turf
Fergie and I'm putting in work
Young Flocka Flame gon' put 'em in the
on the Henny and a nigga go berserk
Couple bitches gave me brain, then I skeet on skirt

Ferg, you nasty
Pay attention, on what we came for
Got the drop on a nigga, got the
Soon as I hop out, click-clack, then go

say I'm real, bitches say I'm hot
Disrespect the Mob or Squad, then you get
We don't dial 9-1-1, we don't fuck with
1-8-7 to the ops

Ain't afraid to murda
Ain't afraid to something
Ain't afraid to murda
Ain't afraid to something
Ain't to murda something
afraid to murda something
Ain't to murda something
afraid to murda something