Luyện nghe bài hát Murder

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

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

Verse {Bun-B}

Well this bitch and I'm the king
I'm movin' got 'em finger lickin'
nigga's who be trippin'
You need a kickin' yo azz is right for the pickin'
Now as my pocket's stickin'
I be thinkin' nigga's you sick
When I be clickin' now take a at the
Bigger nigga Marl liquor
Playa hata digger figure
My hair trigger you one hot one in yo liver
You shiver shake and
I'm free from nigga you den a river
For what it's worth it's suburblous nigga's doin' dirt
Fuck her and take off her skirt
Make the hurt Mister Master
Hit the Swisha faster you keep a
Blister bastard her sister faster
Hit the for sale yo
Brother better have my hoe
Before I catch a murder case and go to hoe
no, time to bail hit the trail so
We can sell mo yell get the scale
No other duck or get shoved
Inside this game better buck us
Cuz the they love us
Make them class dick
Check they jelly like
I hit nun-chuckers
Cuz Short bring the rukus
for my muthfucker's
Cookin' to crooked geez
up quarter key's
Just to get the hook with
Wanna get on yo knee's
the squeeze 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 boy Skip
That Bun rip
With one clip, as the gun slip
Now I ripped out my Barile
Flyin' through yo belly and
Some red jelly is drippin' out of ya belly
Servin' 'em like a Deli jumped on my cellular
Hoe sell it like it's goin' out of
You see me Marcus so have a
Motherfuckin' Sweet and