Luyện nghe bài hát Murda Goons

[Intro: Killah]
Yeah, one-two, one-two
Testing, one-two, yeah,

[Ghostface
I've lived the of Sonny Carson
Favorite slacks was the baby knitted sharkskins
Custom like the ace of spade
robes when I leave the forum
In the is a classic date
Russian cut, handle, bout the same size
Of little tight Shawn his Nikes on, still blamp you
Vamp you, homo's out they sandals
Leave your brain all chunky like I'm advertising soup Campbell's
Bowl old man give me props, all I do is buy 'em a bottle
Hit 'em off, like "peace, pops!", got the streets hot
All you do is go on the road, with Dipset, Rae & D-Block
And how we take New York back (yeah)
and the Pitbulls, Heavy Hitters, Kay Slay, Absolut
Camillo, Lantern, load the wax up, and shoot
Cypha Sounds, DJ Clue, Envy, next, Staten be the

Ghostface Killah]
We brick, flippin' niggas with Cash Rule, relax duke
Doctor bills, funerals, that's what do
Come around here, fronting, splash you
Staten murder goons, cousin, we'll scratch you

Killah]
Yo, heard some of ya'll singing Lou Rawls
Try to fuck me, you gon' from blue balls
Tone's a karate champ, champ
You period niggas be spotting bad cramps
looking like chitlings
All we need is hot sauce, my eaters, go and get rid of 'em
Kites and death threats, keep sending 'em
For dart you throw, my last one's killing 'em
cancer patients, in the process, losing they hair
You'll be fighting for life, scratching and
Panicking, for air, suffocating from no-wind syndrome
somebody cut the neck of a deer
It's algebra in the third, Alfa Alfa the gun to the rascal
Jessica Alba is one of my
Plus blowing up bursts
Out to melt you brain cells Alien herb

[Ghostface
Get lost in my hood, like you lost in El Mira
You might get up, smoked up, throat cut
Rocking them fly chains, get yoked up
Ya'll Boar's Head niggas, ya'll just cold
Victims of night street horror, going home with casualties
The twelve gauge blew a path in knee
That's what happens in war, when the high heaters eat
We creep, our stomach growls loud, so we don't sleep, tote
Won't speak, (we them), we them grill niggas, we beef