Luyện nghe bài hát Murder

I'm still Pimp C bitch so what the is up?
I'm puttin' on the streets cuz I got
Big fuckin' comin' back from Louisiana
In a Fleetwood
I deserve them shit to put they pea's on they banner
Got the four by four cuz you know I just
Pay to nigga bought thirty me
So I forty two, he gonna pop to seven hundred
Times two, twenty four eight is what I do
So fuck 'cha do
If I told ya number's you think I was lyin'
Young nigga's twenty two talkin' they retirin'
In the game ain't a thang far then we been
Rick's home two where enter
friends mo bounce to the ounce
Cuz the Wood the shit, I got me
Fifty ounces out of birds ya
Tightin' up no slack checkin' my stock
Got some Burban City so I'm a go to my garage
Just got from California kicked it with B-Legit
Put me down with purple and that hurricane shit
At the studio Tom, I wish I could stay
I got to at Master P, cuz we got money to make
We with from the South stack gee'z man
Ball I got to stack big cheeze man
Bitch say he show ya
You got nine I ain't rappin' shit
my money in my hand
South mutherfucka that's where I stay
money from yo bitches every
Got day
Big paper I'm
Hoes is on my jock
For all this I be holdin'
I hate grown man it
Especially if a fool take our and
Act my nigga's don't know it
I kick it with the nigga's so you best's
Not trip if ya keep on shit
My nigga empty the
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' chickens got 'em lickin'
nigga's who be trippin'
You need a swift yo azz is right for the pickin'
Now down as my stickin'
I be thinkin' nigga's you sick
When I be clickin' now a look at the
Bigger Marl liquor swigger
Playa ditch digger figure
My trigger you bound one hot one in yo liver
You shake and quiver
I'm free from you wetter den a river
For what worth it's suburblous some nigga's doin' dirt
Fuck her first and off her skirt
Make the pussy Mister Master
Hit the Swisha then you keep a
Blister bastard her sister faster
Hit the elbro for yo
Brother better my mail hoe
Before I catch a case and go to jail hoe
Hell no, to bail hit the trail so
We can sell mo fuckin' get the scale
No other bullet or get shoved
this game they better buck us
Cuz the they love us
Make them dick suckers
Check they like smoker's
I hit like
Cuz Short bring the rukus
for my muthfucker's
Cookin' cheese to crooked
Rockin' up quarter
Just to get the hook with
bee's get on yo knee's
Fill the squeeze them HK one three's
here to over sea's
We do what we
No trip cuz we
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
Flyin' yo belly belly and
smelly red jelly is drippin' out of ya belly
Servin' 'em like a Deli jumped on my cellular
Hoe sell it it's goin' out of style
You can't see me so have a
Sweet and smile