Luyện nghe bài hát Murder

I'm Pimp C bitch so what the fuck is up?
I'm puttin' on the streets cuz I got
Big fuckin' nut's back from Louisiana
In a Lana
I deserve them nigga's shit to put they on they banner
Got the pound four by four cuz you know I
Pay to nigga thirty from me
So I forty two, he gonna pop to seven hundred
Times sixty two, twenty eight is what I do
So fuck 'cha do
If I ya cocaine number's you think I was lyin'
Young nigga's two talkin' bout they retirin'
In the game ain't a thang far then we been
Rick's two apartment's where enter
Tight mo bounce to the ounce
Cuz the Wood the shit, I got me
Fifty out of birds ya bitch
Tightin' up no slack bitches checkin' my
Got some Burban City so I'm a go to my garage
Just got back from California it with B-Legit
Put me with purple chronic and that hurricane shit
At the studio with Tom, I I could stay
I got to holla at Master P, cuz we got money to
We playa'z from the South stack gee'z man
Like Ball I got to big cheeze man
Bitch say he show ya
You got nine I ain't rappin' shit
my money in my hand
South Texas mutherfucka that's I stay
Gettin' money from yo bitches
Got day
Big I'm foldin'
is on my mutherfuckin' jock
For all this I be holdin'
I hate man show it
Especially if a fool our style and
Act like my don't know it
I kick it with the trill so you best's
Not trip if ya keep on talkin'
My nigga the clip
Hoe azz

Murder, Mur, Mur,
Murder, Mur, Mur,
Murder, Mur, Mur,
Murder, Mur, Mur,
Murder, Mur, Mur,

Two: {Bun-B}

Well this bitch and I'm the king
I'm movin' chickens got 'em finger
Stickin' who be trippin'
You need a swift yo azz is right for the pickin'
Now as my pocket's stickin'
I be thinkin' nigga's you sick
I be clickin' now take a look at the
Bigger nigga liquor swigger
Playa ditch digger figure
My hair trigger you one hot one in yo liver
You shiver shake and
I'm free from nigga you wetter den a
For what it's worth it's some nigga's doin' dirt
Fuck her first and take off her
Make the pussy hurt Mister
Hit the faster then you keep a
Blister bastard fuck her sister
Hit the elbro for yo
better have my mail hoe
Before I catch a murder case and go to hoe
Hell no, to bail hit the trail so
We can sell mo yell get the scale
No other bullet duck or get
Inside this they better buck us
Cuz the they love us
Make class dick suckers
Check they jelly smoker's
I hit nun-chuckers
Cuz Short Texas the rukus
for my muthfucker's
Cookin' to crooked geez
up quarter key's
Just to get the hook with
bee's get on yo knee's
Fill the from them HK one three's
>From to over sea's
We do what we
No trip cuz we
up a dip
I'm breakin' 'em off from hip to yo lip
Go ask that boy
nigga Bun rip
With one clip, as the gun slip
Now I done out my Barile
Flyin' yo belly belly and
smelly red jelly is drippin' out of ya belly
Servin' 'em a Deli jumped on my cellular telli
Hoe sell it like it's goin' out of
You can't see me so have a
Motherfuckin' and smile