Luyện nghe bài hát Murder

I'm Pimp C bitch so what 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 shit to put they pea's on they banner
Got the pound four by four cuz you I just
Pay to bought thirty from me
So I fronted two, he gonna pop to seven hundred
Times sixty two, twenty four eight is I do
So fuck 'cha do
If I told ya cocaine number's you think I was
Young nigga's twenty two talkin' bout retirin'
In the game ain't a thang comin' far we been
Rick's home two where enter
Tight friends mo to the ounce
Cuz the Wood the shit, I got me
Fifty ounces out of birds ya
Tightin' up no bitches checkin' my stock
Got some Burban nigga's so I'm a go to my garage
Just got back from California kicked it with
Put me down purple chronic and that hurricane shit
At the studio with Tom, I wish I stay
I got to holla at Master P, cuz we got to make
We playa'z from the South stack gee'z man
Like I got to stack big cheeze man
Bitch say he wanna ya
You got nine grand I rappin' shit
Till my in my hand
South Texas that's where I stay
Gettin' money from yo every
Got day
Big I'm foldin'
is on my mutherfuckin' jock
For all this I be holdin'
I hate man show it
Especially if a take 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 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 Bun-B bitch and I'm the
I'm movin' chickens got 'em lickin'
Stickin' who be trippin'
You need a swift kickin' yo azz is right for the
Now down as my pocket's
I be thinkin' slippin' you sick
I be clickin' now take a look at the
Bigger nigga liquor swigger
Playa hata digger figure
My trigger you bound one hot one in yo liver
You shiver shake and
I'm free from nigga you wetter den a
For what it's worth it's some nigga's doin' dirt
Fuck her first and take off her
the pussy hurt Mister Master
Hit the faster then you keep a
Blister fuck her sister faster
Hit the for sale yo
Brother better my mail hoe
Before I catch a murder case and go to hoe
no, time to bail hit the trail so
We can sell mo fuckin' yell get the
No bullet duck or get shoved
Inside this game they better us
Cuz the clucker's they us
Make them dick suckers
Check jelly like smoker's
I hit like
Cuz Short Texas bring the
for my muthfucker's
Cookin' to crooked geez
up quarter key's
Just to get the with ease
bee's get on yo knee's
Fill the from them HK one three's
>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, as the gun slip
Now I done ripped out my
through yo belly belly and
Some smelly red jelly is out of ya belly
'em like a Deli jumped on my cellular telli
Hoe sell it like it's out of style
You can't see me so have a
Motherfuckin' and smile