Luyện nghe bài hát Murder

I'm still Pimp C bitch so what the is up?
I'm powder on the streets cuz I got
Big fuckin' nut's comin' back from
In a Fleetwood
I deserve them nigga's shit to put pea's on they banner
Got the four by four cuz you know I just
Pay to nigga thirty from me
So I fronted forty two, he pop to seven hundred
Times sixty two, twenty four eight is I do
So what 'cha do
If I told ya cocaine you think I was lyin'
Young nigga's twenty two talkin' bout retirin'
In the ain't a thang comin' far then we been
Rick's home two apartment's where
Tight friends mo bounce to the
Cuz the the shit, I done got me
ounces out of birds ya bitch
Tightin' up no bitches checkin' my stock
Got some City nigga's so I'm a go to my garage
got back from California kicked it with B-Legit
Put me down with purple and that hurricane shit
At the studio with Tom, I wish I could
I got to at Master P, cuz we got money to make
We playa'z from the South stack gee'z man
Ball I got to stack big cheeze man
Bitch say he wanna ya
You got nine grand I ain't rappin'
Till my money in my
South Texas that's where I stay
Gettin' money from yo every
Got day
Big paper I'm
Hoes is on my mutherfuckin'
For all this I be holdin'
I grown man show it
Especially if a fool our style and
Act like my don't know it
I it with the trill nigga's so you best's
Not trip if ya 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 Two:

this Bun-B bitch and I'm the king
I'm chickens got 'em finger lickin'
nigga's who be trippin'
You a swift kickin' yo azz is right for the pickin'
Now as my pocket's stickin'
I be thinkin' nigga's slippin' you
When I be now take a look at the
nigga Marl liquor swigger
Playa hata ditch digger
My hair trigger you bound one hot one in yo
You shiver shake and
I'm free from you wetter den a river
For what it's worth it's suburblous some nigga's doin'
Fuck her first and take off her
Make the pussy Mister Master
Hit the Swisha faster you keep a
Blister fuck her sister faster
Hit the elbro for yo
Brother better have my hoe
Before I catch a case and go to jail hoe
Hell no, time to bail hit the so
We can sell mo fuckin' yell get the
No other bullet or get shoved
this game they better buck us
Cuz the clucker's they us
Make them dick suckers
Check they like smoker's
I hit like
Cuz Short Texas bring the
for my muthfucker's
Cookin' to crooked geez
Rockin' up quarter
to get the hook with ease
Wanna bee's get on yo
the squeeze from them HK one three's
>From to over sea's
We do we please
No cuz we flip
up a dip
I'm 'em off from they hip to yo lip
Go ask that boy
That Bun rip
one clip, soon as the gun slip
Now I done ripped out my
through yo belly belly and
Some smelly red is drippin' out of ya belly
Servin' 'em a Deli jumped on my cellular telli
Hoe sell it like it's out of style
You can't see me Marcus so a
Motherfuckin' and smile