Luyện nghe bài hát Murder

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

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

Well, time to ride, slide
Them niggaz fucked up, they lucked up
Seen niggaz rollin in they cutlass
I'm act bad, no doubt, I'm a go in they house
And if home, I'm a blast, take them niggaz out
Cause we be bout drama, no fuck that, we killin
Drama, fuck all that, stay real when it's time to
Caps, no doubt, hah I check the
Cause I ain't gon be satisfied all y'all stressed out
That's a fuckin shame, I ain't gon be satisfied til I see blood,
you think we was doin before we was rappin, we was drug dealers
You think I'm a let this slide cause I done got fame
the name, I can't have shit in this fuckin game
Without niggaz tryin to test nuts, to act bad
I'm a you nigga
You gon have a closed casket and I'm gon crack yo
You talkin shit, but, bitch, it's down
See I was locked up for a second, but now I'm now
It's time for niggaz to get checked, done pushed me to the limit
I was a cool nigga, but now, only the beginnin
It's time to ride, when it's to slide, you die
No about it, act bad, let's put that on the vibes

(2x)

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

(2x)

ed]
Niggaz, they to start some stack
But if they stack let it be started
And at your funeral, I want to here em say dearly
Because I got it on my and on my mind I got's it
When I pop ya this heart rock
Make your heart cause I'm bout it
Jack you a new jersey drive
My niggaz are 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 off in that 4 by 4
See we rolled on ya set and bucked
A bunch of niggaz fallen and can't get up
You wants to fuck with this tru click and get ya khakis
Get your shirt pressed and the rip through yo chest
Tru niggaz fall, fool, we to busy flossin
It be your ho we tossin
Step to us and we ya hits like michael jackson
Cause every nigga in my crew is bout it and we

(2x)

Ha ha. now y'all know. we run the streets.
No limit. to the game. silkk the shocker.
This go out to all y'all gangsta niggaz and gangsta bitches
(soldiers) from richmond (atlanta) south (alabama)
To the east coast (to the coast)
To kentucky, missouri (to florida) to dallas (houston)
To new orleans (austin, texas) to miami (d.c.) to
(ohio) to d.c. (north carolina, south carolina) fuckin
Baton rouge (oklahoma) (kansas city) lafayette (georgia,
Seattle, washington) detroit (omaha, nebraska) (phoenix)
To all y'all muthafuckin ghetto (alberquerque) gangsta (indiana)
and bitches (all y'all niggaz 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)
Cause every I know is bout it (bout it!)
Nigga that mean don't trust (these niggaz rowdy)
Cause the sreets is real. that.