Luyện nghe bài hát Murder

Y'all niggaz ready for this silkk the shit?
(y'all niggaz out 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 give a fuck

Well, it's time to ride,
Them niggaz that fucked up, they up
them niggaz rollin in they cutlass
I'm act bad, no doubt, I'm a go in they house
And if they home, I'm a blast, them niggaz 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 the house
Cause I ain't gon be satisfied till all y'all 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 slide cause I done 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 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 up for a second, but now I'm home now
It's time for niggaz to get checked, they done pushed me to the
I was a cool nigga, but now, it's the beginnin
It's time to ride, it's time to slide, you die
No doubt it, act bad, let's put that on the vibes

(2x)

p]
Mr. wicked, I be comin hard, just like a
Choo-choo, brains, killin 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, call me mr.
9 shooter, lady, ruder
Down south hustla, coast ruler
3rd ward villian, I'm in the
They ban my videos 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 from big bucks
Independent, and owned
But still got more than al capone
niggaz can't stop a killa,
A murder, a hustla, fuck it, a drug
But if they shoot, did up with
Ready to run dope from here to the east
And me mr. paul
Cause I be smokin muthafuckas like steven
Mr. killa, the ghetto
And 187 on any nigga that try to me

(2x)

ed]
Niggaz, they want to some stack
But if stack then let it be started
And at your funeral, I want to em say dearly departed
Because I got it on my mind and on my mind I it
When I pop ya with this rock
your heart stop cause I'm bout it
Jack you a new jersey drive
My niggaz are always down for that who ride, I
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 bucked
A bunch of niggaz fallen and can't get up
You wants to fuck this tru click and get ya khakis creased
Get your shirt pressed and the bullets rip through yo
Tru niggaz don't fall, fool, we to busy
It be your ho we tossin
Step to us and we make ya hits like jackson
every 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.
This shit go out to all y'all niggaz and gangsta bitches
(soldiers) from richmond (atlanta) down (alabama)
To the east (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, south carolina)
Baton (oklahoma) mississippi (kansas city) lafayette (georgia,
Seattle, washington) (omaha, nebraska) chicago (phoenix)
To all y'all muthafuckin ghetto (alberquerque) gangsta (indiana)
Niggaz and bitches (all y'all that's locked up) everywhere.
Murder, murder, murder, murder. ha ha.
But y'all niggaz betta y'all ass
(watch y'all ass) so y'all get caught up in motherfuckin 187
(a 187)
Cause every nigga I is bout it (bout it!)
Nigga that mean trust nobody (these niggaz rowdy)
the sreets is real. believe that.