Luyện nghe bài hát Murder

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

(2x): murder, murder, murder, murder
187, cause I don't give a

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

(2x)

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

(2x)

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

(2x)

Ha ha. now y'all know. we run the streets.
No limit. to the game. silkk the shocker.
This shit go out to all y'all gangsta and gangsta bitches
(soldiers) richmond (atlanta) down south (alabama)
To the east coast (to the coast)
To motherfuckin kentucky, missouri (to florida) to (houston)
To new orleans (austin, texas) to muthafuckin (d.c.) to
Cinnicinnati (ohio) to d.c. (north carolina, south carolina)
Baton rouge (oklahoma) mississippi (kansas city) (georgia,
Seattle, washington) detroit (omaha, nebraska) (phoenix)
To all muthafuckin ghetto (alberquerque) gangsta (indiana) real
Niggaz and bitches (all y'all that's locked up) everywhere.
Murder, murder, murder, murder. ha ha.
But y'all betta watch 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 that mean don't nobody (these niggaz rowdy)
the sreets is real. believe that.