Luyện nghe bài hát Murder

[Verse 1: The
Starin' at Marilyn silhouette while smokin' my first cigarette
to Marvin ask his father about his death
How you shoot a out, then shoot a nigga out?
bodies in my dreams, Bob Marley on my couch
Pass me the blunt, he was when he died
You really think Elvis committed suicide?
I don't...
It's kill or you be killed
Ten pints of blood per human, ain't no
One thing us humans, nigga, we kill
Turkeys, chickens, pigs, other, fuck us, we will
Take a life, lethal or free will
Tookie got by the pigs, fuck did he kill?
That ain't of my business, though
But I'm the type of make it his business, so
Open the book and that page
It reads Arthur Ashe from aids, no
That's murder,
[Hook: Lamar]
Murder...
Gunfire, death is so quiet, ask why, tell 'em
Murder...
The sun rise then hide by grey skies, that cry sounds
Murder...
Murder, murder, murder,
Murder, murder, murder,
2: The Game]
Malcolm X on that stage
It was staged for him to see gauge...
Murder,
Doctor King outside room
Who knew he would die that soon?
That's murder,
JFK sittin' in drop
He goodbye, then they blew off his top
murder, nigga
Diddy seen Big, and Suge Pac
They both was ridin' passenger when they got shot, murder
Who the fuck Michael Jackson, his physician?
He died in his music, you ain't really listen
Now his daughter gettin' slapped by his
And that's probably gon' kill they
So I'm sorry Ms. Jackson, I'm Ms. Houston, sissy
Might a tear but ain't no sissy
Whitney's sill with me
And her death kinda hurt a
So let's get back to talkin' 'bout murder,
John got shot in the back
And Paul McCartney do shit 'bout that
it was murder, nigga
Listen, this about you and me
It's about Trayvon Martin and P.
And how shot down Sam Cooke
years of school and it ain't in one damn book
Lee Oswald 'bout to serve a sentence
From the comes a revolver
That's murder,

[Verse 3:
Gaspin' for air, niggas on
to fight the inevitable, sing on
You that fat lady warmin' up?
The end came without a warning,
Them niggas real with them on
Niggas get killed 'bout them flags,
The Game you what the play was
So it don't matter what you say,
Say Blood, these niggas what they die by
You out here playin' while these doin' drive-bys
If murder was the case that gave Snoop
Then how the fuck you think they gon' save
Them niggas you
You doin' up
You a there, boy, put your hands up
Don't this to a 1-8-7
I have you leanin' on the to Heaven
Spittin' blood, are tales from the hood
Suicide sound quicker, but a sounds good
Wish a motherfucker would try to me like a toy
You get a bullet in your head, homeboy
The people sayin' that a drug overdose Hendrix
bullshitted...
It was
Or a plane crash Otis Redding
That's how said it, but it was murder
The cops kill us at rates
They point they at the ones they hate
If Bin Laden brought the Trade down
Then how the did he die just now?
Murder,

Murder...
Murder kill
They killin' motherfuckers
And I'm tellin' y'all the real
Nigga, murder murder
Nigga, kill kill
For