Luyện nghe bài hát Murder

I'm still Pimp C so what the fuck is up?
I'm puttin' on the streets cuz I got
Big fuckin' nut's back from Louisiana
In a Fleetwood
I deserve them nigga's shit to put they pea's on they
Got the pound four by four cuz you I just
Pay to nigga bought from me
So I fronted forty two, he gonna pop to hundred
sixty two, twenty four eight is what I do
So fuck what do
If I told ya cocaine number's you think I was
Young nigga's two talkin' bout they retirin'
In the game ain't a thang comin' far we been
Rick's two apartment's where enter
Tight friends mo to the ounce
Cuz the the shit, I done got me
Fifty out of birds ya bitch
Tightin' up no bitches checkin' my stock
Got Burban 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 and that hurricane shit
At the with Tom, I wish I could stay
I got to holla at Master P, cuz we got to make
We with playa'z from the stack gee'z man
Like I got to stack big cheeze man
say he wanna show ya
You got nine grand I rappin' shit
my money in my hand
South Texas mutherfucka that's where I
Gettin' money yo bitches every
Got day
Big paper I'm
is on my mutherfuckin' jock
For all this I be holdin'
I hate grown man it
Especially if a fool our style and
Act like my don't know it
I kick it with the nigga's so you best's
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 {Bun-B}

this Bun-B bitch and I'm the king
I'm movin' got 'em finger lickin'
nigga's who be trippin'
You need a swift kickin' yo azz is right for the
Now down as my pocket's
I be thinkin' nigga's you sick
When I be clickin' now a look 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 nigga you wetter den a river
For what it's worth it's suburblous some doin' dirt
Fuck her and take off her skirt
Make the pussy hurt Mister
Hit the Swisha faster you keep a
Blister fuck her sister faster
Hit the elbro for yo
better have my mail hoe
Before I catch a murder case and go to hoe
Hell no, time to bail hit the so
We can sell mo fuckin' yell get the
No other bullet duck or get
Inside this game they better us
Cuz the clucker's they us
them class dick suckers
Check they like smoker's
I hit like
Cuz Short Texas bring the
This for my
Cookin' to crooked geez
Rockin' up quarter
Just to get the with ease
bee's get on yo knee's
Fill the from them HK one three's
>From to over sea's
We do what we
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 done out my Barile
Flyin' 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
Sweet and smile