Luyện nghe bài hát Murder

I'm still Pimp C bitch so the fuck is up?
I'm puttin' on the streets cuz I got
Big fuckin' nut's comin' back from
In a Lana
I deserve them nigga's to put they pea's on they banner
Got the pound by four cuz you know I just
Pay to nigga thirty from me
So I fronted forty two, he gonna pop to seven
Times sixty two, twenty four 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 ain't a thang comin' far then we been
Rick's home two where enter
Tight mo bounce to the ounce
Cuz the Wood the shit, I got me
ounces out of birds ya bitch
Tightin' up no slack bitches my stock
Got some Burban City nigga's so I'm a go to my
Just got from California kicked it with B-Legit
Put me down with chronic and that hurricane shit
At the with Tom, I wish I could stay
I got to holla at Master P, cuz we got money to
We with playa'z from the South stack man
Like I got to stack big cheeze man
Bitch say he show ya
You got nine grand I ain't shit
Till my in my hand
South Texas mutherfucka where I stay
Gettin' money from yo bitches
Got day
Big paper I'm
is on my mutherfuckin' jock
For all this I be holdin'
I grown man show it
Especially if a take our style and
Act like my nigga's don't it
I it with the trill nigga's so you best's
Not if ya keep on talkin' shit
My nigga empty the
Hoe azz

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

Verse {Bun-B}

Well Bun-B bitch and I'm the king
I'm movin' chickens got 'em finger
nigga's who be trippin'
You need a swift yo azz is right for the pickin'
Now down as my stickin'
I be nigga's slippin' you sick
I be clickin' now take a look at the
Bigger nigga liquor swigger
Playa hata ditch figure
My trigger you bound one hot one in yo liver
You shiver shake and
I'm from nigga you wetter den a river
For what it's worth it's suburblous some nigga's doin'
Fuck her first and take off her
the pussy hurt Mister Master
Hit the Swisha faster you keep a
Blister bastard her sister faster
Hit the elbro for yo
better have my mail hoe
Before I catch a murder and go to jail hoe
Hell no, to bail hit the trail so
We can mo fuckin' yell get the scale
No other bullet or get shoved
Inside game they better buck us
Cuz the they love us
them class dick suckers
Check jelly like smoker's
I hit like
Cuz Short Texas the rukus
for my muthfucker's
Cookin' cheese to geez
Rockin' up key's
Just to get the hook ease
bee's get on yo knee's
Fill the squeeze from HK one three's
here to over sea's
We do what we
No trip cuz we
up a dip
I'm breakin' 'em off they hip to yo lip
Go ask boy Skip
nigga Bun rip
With one clip, as the gun slip
Now I ripped out my Barile
Flyin' through yo belly and
Some smelly red is drippin' out of ya belly
'em like a Deli jumped on my cellular telli
Hoe sell it like goin' out of style
You can't see me Marcus so a
Motherfuckin' Sweet and