Luyện nghe bài hát Murder

I'm still Pimp C so what the fuck is up?
I'm puttin' powder on the cuz I got
Big fuckin' nut's comin' back from
In a Fleetwood
I deserve them nigga's 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 fronted forty two, he pop to seven hundred
sixty two, twenty four eight is what I do
So what 'cha do
If I told ya cocaine you think I was lyin'
Young nigga's two talkin' bout they retirin'
In the game ain't a thang far then we been
Rick's home two apartment's where
Tight mo bounce to the ounce
Cuz the the shit, I done got me
Fifty ounces out of 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 kicked it B-Legit
Put me down with chronic and that hurricane shit
At the with Tom, I wish I could stay
I got to holla at P, cuz we got money to make
We playa'z from the South stack gee'z man
Like Ball I got to stack big 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
Gettin' money yo bitches every
Got day
Big paper I'm
Hoes is on my jock
For all this dick I be
I grown man show it
Especially if a take our style and
Act like my nigga's don't it
I kick it the trill nigga's so you best's
Not trip if ya on talkin' shit
My nigga 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 and I'm the king
I'm movin' chickens got 'em lickin'
nigga's who be trippin'
You need a swift kickin' yo azz is for the pickin'
Now down as my stickin'
I be thinkin' nigga's you sick
I be clickin' now take a look at the
Bigger nigga liquor swigger
Playa ditch digger figure
My hair trigger you one hot one in yo liver
You shiver and quiver
I'm free from nigga you wetter den a
For what it's worth it's suburblous some nigga's dirt
Fuck her first and take off her
the pussy hurt Mister Master
Hit the Swisha faster you keep a
bastard fuck her sister faster
Hit the for sale yo
better have 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 other bullet or get shoved
Inside game they better buck us
Cuz the clucker's love us
Make them class dick
they jelly like smoker's
I hit like
Cuz Texas bring the rukus
for my muthfucker's
Cookin' cheese to crooked
up quarter key's
Just to get the hook with
bee's get on yo knee's
Fill the squeeze them HK one three's
>From here to sea's
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
Flyin' through yo belly and
Some smelly red jelly is drippin' out of ya
Servin' 'em like a jumped on my cellular telli
Hoe sell it like it's goin' out of
You see me Marcus so have a
Motherfuckin' Sweet and