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 back from Louisiana
In a Lana
I deserve them nigga's to put they pea's on they banner
Got the four by four cuz you know I just
Pay to nigga thirty from me
So I forty two, he gonna pop to seven hundred
Times sixty two, twenty four is what I do
So fuck what do
If I ya cocaine number's you think I was lyin'
Young nigga's twenty two bout they retirin'
In the game ain't a thang comin' far then we
Rick's home two apartment's enter
friends mo bounce to the ounce
Cuz the Wood the shit, I got me
ounces out of birds ya bitch
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 hurricane shit
At the studio with Tom, I wish I could
I got to holla at P, cuz we got money to make
We with playa'z from the stack gee'z man
Like I got to stack big cheeze man
Bitch say he wanna ya
You got nine I ain't rappin' shit
Till my money in my
South Texas mutherfucka that's I stay
Gettin' money yo bitches every
Got day
Big I'm foldin'
Hoes is on my mutherfuckin'
For all this I be holdin'
I hate man show it
if a fool 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 Two:

this Bun-B bitch and I'm the king
I'm movin' chickens got 'em lickin'
nigga's who be trippin'
You need a swift kickin' yo azz is for the pickin'
Now as my pocket's stickin'
I be thinkin' nigga's you sick
When I be clickin' now a look at the
Bigger nigga liquor swigger
Playa hata ditch figure
My hair trigger you bound one hot one in yo
You shake and quiver
I'm free from nigga you wetter den a
For what it's worth it's some nigga's doin' dirt
her first and take off her skirt
Make the pussy hurt Mister
Hit the Swisha faster then you a
bastard fuck her sister faster
Hit the elbro for yo
better have my mail hoe
Before I catch a murder and go to jail hoe
no, time to bail hit the trail so
We can sell mo fuckin' get the scale
No other bullet duck or get
Inside this game better buck us
Cuz the they love us
Make class dick suckers
Check they like smoker's
I hit nun-chuckers
Cuz Short Texas the rukus
This for my
Cookin' cheese to crooked
Rockin' up key's
Just to get the with ease
Wanna bee's get on yo
Fill the squeeze from them HK one
>From here to sea's
We do we please
No cuz we flip
up a dip
I'm breakin' 'em off they hip to yo lip
Go ask boy Skip
nigga Bun rip
With one clip, soon as the gun
Now I ripped out my Barile
through yo belly belly and
Some smelly red jelly is out of ya belly
Servin' 'em like a jumped on my cellular telli
Hoe it like it's goin' out of style
You can't see me so have a
Motherfuckin' and smile