Luyện nghe bài hát Murder

Y'all niggaz ready for silkk the shocker 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, I don't give a fuck

Well, time to ride, slide
Them niggaz that up, they lucked up
Seen them niggaz rollin in they
I'm about act bad, no doubt, I'm a go in house
And if home, I'm a blast, take 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 the house
Cause I 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 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 this fuckin
Without niggaz tryin to nuts, tryin to act bad
I'm a fuck you
You gon have a casket and I'm gon crack yo mask
You talkin shit, but, bitch, it's goin
See I was locked up for a second, but now I'm now
It's time for niggaz to get checked, they done me to the limit
I was a nigga, but now, it's only the beginnin
It's to ride, when it's time to slide, you die
No doubt about it, act bad, let's put on the vibes

(2x)

p]
Mr. wicked, I be comin hard, like a hurricane
Choo-choo, brains, killin mr. murder, mad
Hustla, balla, mr. do-a-reporter
Don't give a fuck about a bitch or a
Break me off proper, gun in doctor
Gats at yo head, call me mr.
9 shooter, lady, ruder
Down south hustla, west 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 this shit, what are they thinkin?
could stop, a nigga from comin up
They could a young nigga from makin big bucks
Independent, and black
But still got more than al capone
Y'all can't stop a killa,
A murder, a hustla, it, a drug deala
But if shoot, did up with police
Ready to run dope here to the middle east
And me mr. paul
Cause I be muthafuckas like 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 they stack 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
When I pop ya with this rock
Make your heart stop I'm bout it
Jack you a new jersey drive
My niggaz are always for that who ride, I ride
Creep these killas on our tippy tippy toes
See the barrel where the bullet go
And then we smash off in 4 by 4
See we on ya set and then bucked
A bunch of niggaz and they can't get up
You wants to fuck with this tru and get ya khakis creased
Get shirt pressed and the bullets rip through yo chest
Tru niggaz don't fall, fool, we to flossin
It might be your ho we
Step to us and we make ya hits michael jackson
Cause nigga in my crew is bout it and we packin

(2x)

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