Luyện nghe bài hát Murder

I'm still Pimp C bitch so the fuck is up?
I'm puttin' powder on the cuz I got
Big fuckin' nut's comin' from Louisiana
In a Lana
I them nigga's shit to put they pea's on they banner
Got the pound four by four cuz you I just
Pay to nigga thirty from me
So I fronted forty two, he pop to seven hundred
Times sixty two, four eight is what I do
So fuck what do
If I told ya cocaine number's you I was lyin'
Young nigga's twenty two talkin' bout retirin'
In the game a thang comin' far then we been
Rick's home two apartment's where
Tight friends mo to the ounce
Cuz the Wood the shit, I got me
Fifty out of birds ya bitch
Tightin' up no slack checkin' my stock
Got some Burban City nigga's so I'm a go to my
Just got back from California it with B-Legit
Put me down with purple chronic and hurricane shit
At the studio with Tom, I wish I stay
I got to holla at Master P, cuz we got to make
We with playa'z from the South stack man
Like I got to stack big cheeze man
Bitch say he wanna ya
You got nine grand I ain't shit
my money in my hand
South Texas mutherfucka where I stay
Gettin' money from yo every
Got day
Big paper I'm
is on my mutherfuckin' jock
For all dick I be holdin'
I hate grown man it
Especially if a fool take our and
Act like my nigga's know it
I kick it with the trill 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 Two:

Well this Bun-B and I'm the king
I'm chickens got 'em finger lickin'
Stickin' who be trippin'
You a swift kickin' yo azz is right for the pickin'
Now down as my stickin'
I be thinkin' nigga's slippin' you
When I be now take a look at the
Bigger nigga Marl liquor
Playa hata ditch figure
My hair trigger you bound one hot one in yo
You shiver shake and
I'm free nigga you wetter den a river
For what it's worth it's suburblous nigga's doin' dirt
Fuck her first and take off her
Make the pussy Mister Master
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 case and go to jail hoe
no, time to bail hit the trail so
We can sell mo fuckin' get the scale
No other bullet or get shoved
Inside this they better buck us
Cuz the clucker's love us
Make them dick suckers
Check they jelly like
I hit nun-chuckers
Cuz Short Texas bring the
This for my
Cookin' cheese to geez
Rockin' up quarter
Just to get the with ease
Wanna get on yo knee's
the squeeze from them HK one three's
>From here to over
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
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 Deli jumped on my cellular
Hoe sell it like goin' out of style
You can't see me Marcus so a
Motherfuckin' and smile