Luyện nghe bài hát Murder

Y'all niggaz ready for this silkk the shit?
(y'all out there bangin) switch! (claimin red and blue)
Y'all niggaz it? nigga be a leader 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
niggaz that fucked 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, take them out
Cause we be bout drama, no that, we bout killin
Drama, all that, stay real when it's time to peel
Caps, no doubt, hah I check the
I ain't gon be satisfied till all y'all stressed out
That's a fuckin shame, I ain't gon be satisfied til I see blood,
What you think we was doin before we was rappin, we was drug
You think I'm a let this shit slide cause I got fame
Fuck the name, I can't have 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 yo mask
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 to get checked, they done pushed me to the limit
I was a cool nigga, but now, only the beginnin
It's time to ride, it's time to slide, you die
No about it, act bad, let's put that on the vibes

(2x)

p]
Mr. wicked, I be comin hard, just a hurricane
Choo-choo, shootin brains, mr. murder, mad
Hustla, balla, mr. do-a-reporter
give a fuck about a bitch or a balla
Break me off proper, gun in doctor
Gats at yo head, me mr. non-stopper
Tech 9 shooter, lady,
Down south hustla, coast ruler
3rd ward villian, I'm in the
They ban my from tv, they say they drug dealin
Ice slangin,
And if the radio don't play gangsta shit, what are they thinkin?
They could stop, a nigga comin up
They could stop a young nigga makin big bucks
Independent, and black
But still got more money than al
Y'all can't stop a killa,
A murder, a hustla, fuck it, a drug
But if they shoot, did up police
Ready to run dope here to the middle east
And call me mr.
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 some stack
But if they stack let it be started
And at funeral, I want to here em say dearly departed
Because I got it on my mind and on my mind I it
When I pop ya this heart rock
Make 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 we smash off in that 4 by 4
See we rolled on ya set and then
A bunch of fallen and they can't get up
You wants to with this tru click and get ya khakis creased
Get your shirt pressed and the bullets rip yo chest
Tru niggaz don't fall, fool, we to busy
It be your ho we tossin
Step to us and we ya hits like michael jackson
Cause every nigga in my crew is it and we packin

(2x)

Ha ha. now know. we run the muthafuckin streets.
No limit. true to the game. the shocker.
This shit go out to all y'all niggaz and gangsta bitches
(soldiers) richmond (atlanta) down south (alabama)
To the coast (to the west coast)
To kentucky, missouri (to florida) to dallas (houston)
To new orleans (austin, texas) to muthafuckin (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)
Niggaz and bitches (all y'all niggaz 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 caught up in 187
(a 187)
Cause every I know is bout it (bout it!)
Nigga that don't trust nobody (these niggaz rowdy)
the sreets is real. believe that.