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 blue knitted sharkskins
Custom made like the ace of
Switching robes I leave the forum
In the sleeve is a date
Russian cut, mustard handle, bout the size
Of tight Shawn with his Nikes on, still blamp you
Vamp you, throwing out they sandals
Leave your brain all chunky like I'm soup from Campbell's
Bowl legged old man give me props, all I do is buy 'em a
Hit 'em off, like "peace, pops!", Fishscale got the hot
All you gotta do is go on the road, Dipset, Rae & D-Block
And that's how we take New back (yeah)
Flex and the Pitbulls, Hitters, Kay Slay, Absolut
Camillo, Lantern, the wax up, cock and shoot
Cypha Sounds, DJ Clue, Envy, next, be the scoop

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

[Ghostface
Yo, heard some of ya'll singing Lou Rawls
Try to fuck me, you gon' suffer from balls
Tone's a karate champ, shottie
You period niggas be spotting bad cramps
looking like chitlings
All we is hot sauce, my pork eaters, go and get rid of 'em
Kites and death threats, keep sending 'em
For every dart you throw, my last 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
Like somebody cut the neck of a
algebra in the third, Alfa Alfa with the gun to the rascal
Jessica is one of my birds
AlcaSeltzer's blowing up bursts
Out to you brain cells like Alien herb

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