Luyện nghe bài hát Murder

I'm still Pimp C bitch so what the is up?
I'm powder on the streets cuz I got
Big fuckin' nut's comin' back Louisiana
In a Lana
I deserve them nigga's shit to put they pea's on they
Got the four by four cuz you know I just
Pay to nigga bought from me
So I fronted forty two, he pop to seven hundred
Times two, twenty four eight is what I do
So fuck what do
If I told ya number's you think I was lyin'
Young nigga's twenty two bout they retirin'
In the ain't a thang comin' far then we been
Rick's two apartment's where enter
Tight mo bounce to the ounce
Cuz the the shit, I done got me
Fifty out of birds ya bitch
Tightin' up no slack checkin' my stock
Got some Burban City so I'm a go to my garage
Just got back California kicked it with B-Legit
Put me down with chronic and that hurricane shit
At the with Tom, I wish I could stay
I got to at Master P, cuz we got money to make
We with playa'z the South stack gee'z man
Like Ball I got to big cheeze man
Bitch say he show ya
You got nine grand I rappin' shit
Till my in my hand
South mutherfucka that's where I stay
money from yo bitches every
Got day
Big I'm foldin'
Hoes is on my mutherfuckin'
For all this dick I be
I hate man show it
if a fool take our style and
Act like my nigga's know it
I it with the trill nigga's so you best's
Not trip if ya on talkin' 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}

Well Bun-B bitch and I'm the king
I'm movin' chickens got 'em lickin'
Stickin' nigga's who be
You need a swift kickin' yo azz is right for the
Now as my pocket's stickin'
I be thinkin' slippin' you sick
I be clickin' now take a look at the
Bigger nigga Marl swigger
Playa hata ditch digger
My hair trigger you bound one hot one in yo
You shake and quiver
I'm from nigga you wetter den a river
For what it's worth it's suburblous nigga's doin' dirt
Fuck her first and off her skirt
Make the pussy hurt Mister
Hit the Swisha faster you keep a
Blister bastard fuck her faster
Hit the elbro for yo
Brother better have my hoe
Before I catch a murder case and go to hoe
Hell no, to bail hit the trail so
We can sell mo yell get the scale
No other bullet duck or get
Inside this game they better us
Cuz the clucker's love us
Make them class dick
Check they jelly like
I hit nun-chuckers
Cuz Short bring the rukus
for my muthfucker's
Cookin' cheese to crooked
up quarter key's
Just to get the hook ease
bee's get on yo knee's
Fill the squeeze from HK one three's
>From here to sea's
We do what we
No trip cuz we
up a dip
I'm breakin' 'em off from hip to yo lip
Go ask boy Skip
nigga Bun rip
With one clip, soon as the gun
Now I ripped out my Barile
Flyin' through yo belly and
Some smelly red is drippin' 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 Marcus so a
Motherfuckin' and smile