Luyện nghe bài hát Murder

Y'all niggaz ready for this silkk the 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!

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

Well, it's time to ride,
niggaz that fucked up, they lucked up
Seen them niggaz rollin in they
I'm about act bad, no doubt, I'm a go in they
And if they home, I'm a blast, take them out
Cause we be bout drama, no fuck that, we killin
Drama, fuck all that, stay real it's time to peel
Caps, no doubt, hah I the house
Cause I ain't gon be till all y'all stressed out
That's a fuckin shame, I ain't gon be 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 shit in this fuckin game
Without niggaz tryin to nuts, tryin to act bad
I'm a fuck you
You gon have a closed casket and I'm gon yo mask
You talkin shit, but, bitch, goin down
See I was up for a second, but now I'm home now
time for niggaz 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, like a hurricane
Choo-choo, brains, killin mr. murder, mad
Hustla, balla, mr. fuckin
Don't a fuck about a bitch or a balla
me off proper, gun in that doctor
Gats at yo head, call me mr.
9 shooter, lady, ruder
Down south hustla, west coast
3rd ward villian, I'm in the
They ban my videos from tv, they say they dealin
Ice slangin,
And if the radio don't this gangsta shit, what are they thinkin?
They could stop, a from comin up
They could stop a young nigga from big bucks
Independent, and owned
But still got more money al capone
niggaz can't stop a killa,
A murder, a hustla, fuck it, a deala
But if shoot, did up with police
Ready to run dope from here to the middle
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, want to start some stack
But if they stack then let it be
And at your funeral, I want to here em say dearly
Because I got it on my mind and on my I got's it
When I pop ya with this rock
Make heart stop cause I'm bout it
Jack you like a new drive
My niggaz are always down for that who ride, I
Creep with these killas on our tippy tippy
See the barrel knows where the go
And we smash off in that 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 this tru and get ya khakis creased
Get your shirt pressed and the rip through yo chest
Tru niggaz fall, fool, we to busy flossin
It might be ho we tossin
Step to us and we make ya hits like jackson
Cause every 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 go out to all y'all gangsta niggaz and gangsta bitches
(soldiers) from (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
Cinnicinnati (ohio) to d.c. (north carolina, carolina) fuckin
rouge (oklahoma) mississippi (kansas city) lafayette (georgia,
Seattle, washington) (omaha, nebraska) chicago (phoenix)
To all muthafuckin ghetto (alberquerque) gangsta (indiana) real
Niggaz and bitches (all niggaz that's locked up) everywhere.
Murder, murder, murder, murder. ha ha.
But y'all niggaz betta watch ass
(watch y'all ass) so y'all won't get caught up in 187
(a 187)
Cause nigga I know is bout it (bout it!)
that mean don't trust nobody (these niggaz rowdy)
Cause the is real. believe that.