Luyện nghe bài hát Murder

I'm still Pimp C bitch so the fuck is up?
I'm powder on the streets cuz I got
Big fuckin' nut's comin' from Louisiana
In a Lana
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 bought thirty from me
So I fronted forty two, he pop to seven hundred
Times two, twenty four eight is what I do
So what 'cha do
If I told ya cocaine number's you I was lyin'
Young nigga's twenty two bout they retirin'
In the game ain't a thang comin' far then we
home two apartment's where enter
Tight friends mo bounce to the
Cuz the the shit, I done got me
Fifty out of birds ya bitch
Tightin' up no slack checkin' my stock
Got some City nigga's so I'm a go to my garage
Just got back from California kicked it B-Legit
Put me down with purple chronic and that hurricane
At the studio Tom, I wish I could stay
I got to holla at P, cuz we got money to make
We with playa'z the South stack gee'z man
Ball I got to stack big cheeze man
Bitch say he wanna ya
You got nine grand I rappin' shit
my money in my hand
South Texas mutherfucka that's where I
Gettin' money from yo every
Got day
Big paper I'm
Hoes is on my jock
For all this I be holdin'
I hate grown man it
if a fool take our style and
Act like my nigga's know it
I kick it with the trill nigga's so you
Not trip if ya keep on talkin'
My empty the clip
Hoe azz

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

Verse Two:

Well this Bun-B bitch and I'm the
I'm movin' chickens got 'em lickin'
Stickin' 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 ditch digger figure
My trigger you bound one hot one in yo liver
You shiver and quiver
I'm free from nigga you den a river
For what worth it's suburblous some nigga's doin' dirt
Fuck her and take off her skirt
Make the pussy hurt Master
Hit the Swisha faster then you a
bastard fuck her sister faster
Hit the for sale yo
better have my mail hoe
Before I a murder case and go to jail hoe
Hell no, time to hit the trail so
We can mo fuckin' yell get the scale
No bullet duck or get shoved
Inside game they better buck us
Cuz the clucker's love us
Make them class suckers
Check they like 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
Wanna bee's get on yo
Fill the squeeze from them HK one
>From here to over
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
That Bun rip
With one clip, soon as the gun
Now I done out my Barile
Flyin' through yo belly and
Some smelly red jelly is drippin' out of ya
Servin' 'em like a Deli jumped on my telli
Hoe sell it like goin' out of style
You can't see me so have a
Motherfuckin' Sweet and