Luyện nghe bài hát Murder

Y'all niggaz for this silkk the shocker shit?
(y'all out there bangin) switch! (claimin red and blue)
niggaz bout it? nigga be a leader not a follower
(my tru tatoo) uuunnnggghhh!

(2x): murder, murder, murder, murder
187, cause I give a fuck

Well, it's time to ride,
Them niggaz that up, they lucked up
Seen them niggaz rollin in cutlass
I'm act bad, no doubt, I'm a go in they house
And if they home, I'm a blast, them niggaz out
Cause we be drama, no fuck that, we bout killin
Drama, all that, stay real when it's time to peel
Caps, no doubt, hah I check the
Cause I ain't gon be satisfied till all y'all out
That's a fuckin shame, I ain't gon be til I see blood, nigga
you think we was doin before we was rappin, we was drug dealers
You think I'm a let this shit cause I done got fame
Fuck the name, I can't have shit in fuckin game
niggaz tryin to test nuts, tryin to act bad
I'm a you nigga
You gon have a closed casket and I'm gon crack yo
You shit, but, bitch, it's goin down
See I was locked up for a second, but now I'm now
It's time for niggaz to get checked, they pushed me to the limit
I was a cool nigga, but now, it's the beginnin
time to ride, when it's time to slide, you die
No doubt it, act bad, let's put that on the vibes

(2x)

p]
Mr. wicked, I be hard, just like a hurricane
Choo-choo, shootin brains, mr. murder, mad
Hustla, balla, mr. do-a-reporter
Don't give a about a bitch or a balla
Break me off proper, gun in doctor
Gats at yo head, call me mr.
9 shooter, lady, ruder
Down south hustla, coast ruler
3rd ward villian, I'm in the
They ban my videos from tv, they say they drug
Ice slangin,
And if the radio don't play this gangsta shit, are they thinkin?
They could stop, a nigga comin up
They could a young nigga from makin big bucks
Independent, and black
But got more money than al capone
Y'all niggaz stop a killa,
A murder, a hustla, it, a drug deala
But if shoot, did up with police
Ready to run dope from to the middle east
And call me mr.
Cause I be smokin muthafuckas like seagal
Mr. killa, the ghetto
And 187 on any nigga that try to me

(2x)

ed]
Niggaz, want to start some stack
But if they then let it be started
And at your funeral, I want to here em say dearly
Because I got it on my mind and on my mind I it
I pop ya with this heart rock
Make your heart cause I'm bout it
you like a new jersey drive
My niggaz are always for that who ride, I ride
Creep with these killas on our tippy toes
See the knows where the bullet go
And we smash off in that 4 by 4
See we rolled on ya set and bucked
A bunch of niggaz and they can't get up
You wants to fuck with tru click and get ya khakis creased
Get shirt pressed and the bullets rip through yo chest
Tru niggaz fall, fool, we to busy flossin
It might be ho we tossin
to us and we make ya hits like michael jackson
Cause nigga in my crew is bout it and we packin

(2x)

Ha ha. now know. we run the muthafuckin streets.
No limit. to the game. silkk the shocker.
This shit go out to all gangsta niggaz and gangsta bitches
(soldiers) from richmond (atlanta) south (alabama)
To the coast (to the west coast)
To motherfuckin kentucky, missouri (to florida) to (houston)
To new orleans (austin, texas) to miami (d.c.) to
Cinnicinnati (ohio) to d.c. (north carolina, south carolina)
Baton (oklahoma) mississippi (kansas city) lafayette (georgia,
Seattle, washington) detroit (omaha, nebraska) (phoenix)
To all y'all ghetto (alberquerque) gangsta (indiana) real
Niggaz and (all y'all niggaz that's locked up) everywhere.
Murder, murder, murder, murder. ha ha.
But y'all niggaz betta y'all ass
(watch y'all ass) so y'all won't get up in motherfuckin 187
(a 187)
every nigga I know is bout it (bout it!)
Nigga mean don't trust nobody (these niggaz rowdy)
Cause the is real. believe that.