Luyện nghe bài hát Murda Goons

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

Killah]
I've the life of Sonny Carson
slacks was the baby blue knitted sharkskins
Custom made the ace of spade
Switching when I leave the forum
In the is a classic date
cut, mustard handle, bout the same size
Of little tight Shawn with his Nikes on, blamp you
you, throwing 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 that's how we take New back (yeah)
and the Pitbulls, Heavy Hitters, Kay Slay, Absolut
Camillo, Lantern, the wax up, cock and shoot
Cypha Sounds, DJ Clue, Envy, next, Staten be the

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

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

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