Luyện nghe bài hát Murda Mo

Murder y'all, 'em all, man
y'all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all
Murder y'all, 'em all, man, kill 'em all, man
y'all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all

Murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, mo
mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder
ya die, die, die, die, die, die
Die, die,die, die, die, die

Better that redrum
Tha mo, murder mo, merger, it will learn ya
Don't be with the thug to thug slug
Rippin' them guts and drippin' blood
with tha gun in my hand
And can't understand how we ran wit' da murder mo
Niggas, jealous and they [unverified]
They get me, me

Playa haters, be quick when they pull out they weapon
Me you would never decease
It's me deep and they all be me victim
And on da when I call my dogs
I'll be ready you wanna go
(Ho)
Put him on tha wit' da 4-4

I wanna let a nigga know
Niggas steady fakin' they rollin' with da Bone
When really wanna see the Bone go
Now nigga you wrong
You better take a steps backwards
I'll collapse ya, cap to the playa
Just remember we're pillin' you jealous stabbers
stabbers
(Hey)

Murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, mo
Da da da
Claim my thang to slang, claim my to slang
(My thang, my thang, my thang, my thang)
my thang to slang, claim my thang to slang
(My thang, my thang, my thang, my thang)

Claim my thang to slang, claim my to slang
(My thang, my thang, my thang, my thang)
Claim my thang to slang, claim my thang to
(My thang, my thang, my thang, my thang)
My thang, my thang, my
(My thang)

fuck them po-po, we betcha gotta automatic
(Oh yeah)
Let's pump that up
If I could just look up and see po-po dyin' I and I, I'm my mind
Stoned up wit' da gauge, little rip'll put tha in the grave
they lay, then we play wit' da AK-47, 357, even 187
I gotta and you got a gun

But cha better try to get ya out before mine
Shoot 'em in da head, but you make sure dead
Then da nigga fin da fled, while they in red
Call my OG homies, tell me when the come you pray
Nigga gotta go, see ya later ho, leatherface gots to get to
Stay leatherface got's to get to

When a nigga try me
Had da heat a wit' da on a nigga
But I really, get it witcha

Hey, Easy, pop, steady murder dem now
I can stay packin' when po-po, there's really no place to run
Niggas get viscous my clickas
kill 'em all with my shotgun
Stun blastin' when po-po, there's really no place to run
get viscous wit' my clickas, gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun

Rollin', rollin', rollin', baby, thugs up into your soul and
You swollen stiff and cold and nigga we watchin' you drop and
You swollen stiff and cold and nigga we watchin' you and foldin'

Murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder them all fall
mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder them all they fall
Murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder them all they
Murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder them all they

We knew homie could fuck wit' da tongue
give us no competition
Who's got the gun, fuck wit' number one
We never homie could fuck wit' da tongue
They give us no
If ya [unverified], feel real, da clip
Murder mo, murder mo, mo, murder them all they fall, they fall

Dear Mr. Oiuja, dear Mr.
Dear Mr. Oiuja, Mr. Oiuja is it
mo murder, murder, mo murder mo, mo
Many mo murder, murder, mo mo, mo
mo murder, murder, mo murder mo, mo
Many mo murder, murder, mo mo, mo
Mo, mo, mo

Stalkin' 'em, put 'em in a coffin [unverified]
toss 'em, put 'em in a coffin [unverified]
Stalkin' toss 'em, put 'em in a coffin
Stalkin' 'em, put 'em in a coffin [unverified]

Rollin' in da St. way
Wit' a big 12 gauge in da grave lay
(They lay)
Rollin' in da St. way
Wit' a big 12 gauge in da they lay
(They lay)

Rollin' in da St. way
Wit' a big 12 gauge in da they lay
(They lay)
in da St. Clair way
Wit' a big 12 gauge in da grave lay
(They lay)