Luyện nghe bài hát Murder

I'm still Pimp C bitch so the fuck is up?
I'm puttin' on the streets cuz I got
Big fuckin' nut's comin' back from
In a Lana
I deserve them nigga's shit to put they 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 gonna pop to hundred
Times sixty two, twenty four is what I do
So what 'cha do
If I told ya cocaine you think I was lyin'
Young nigga's twenty two talkin' they retirin'
In the game ain't a thang comin' far then we
Rick's home two apartment's where
friends mo bounce to the ounce
Cuz the the shit, I done got me
ounces out of birds ya bitch
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 with purple chronic and hurricane shit
At the studio with Tom, I wish I could
I got to holla at Master P, cuz we got to make
We with playa'z from the stack gee'z man
Like Ball I got to big cheeze man
Bitch say he show ya
You got nine grand I ain't shit
my money in my hand
South Texas mutherfucka that's where I
Gettin' from yo bitches every
Got day
Big paper I'm
Hoes is on my mutherfuckin'
For all this I be holdin'
I grown man show it
if a fool take our style and
Act like my nigga's know it
I kick it with the trill nigga's so you
Not trip if ya keep on talkin'
My nigga empty the
Hoe azz

Murder, Mur, Mur,
Murder, Mur, Mur,
Murder, Mur, Mur,
Murder, Mur, Mur,
Murder, Mur, Mur,

Two: {Bun-B}

Well Bun-B bitch and I'm the king
I'm chickens got 'em finger lickin'
nigga's who be trippin'
You need a swift kickin' yo azz is for the pickin'
Now down as my stickin'
I be nigga's slippin' you sick
When I be clickin' now take a at the
Bigger nigga Marl liquor
hata ditch digger 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 some nigga's doin' dirt
her first and take off her skirt
Make the pussy Mister Master
Hit the Swisha faster you keep a
Blister bastard her sister faster
Hit the elbro for yo
better have my mail hoe
Before I catch a murder and go to jail hoe
Hell no, time to hit the trail so
We can sell mo fuckin' yell get the
No other duck or get shoved
Inside this game they buck us
Cuz the clucker's love us
Make them class dick
they jelly like smoker's
I hit nun-chuckers
Cuz Short bring the rukus
for my muthfucker's
Cookin' to crooked geez
Rockin' up quarter
Just to get the with ease
bee's get on yo knee's
Fill the squeeze from them HK one
>From to over sea's
We do we please
No cuz we flip
up a dip
I'm breakin' 'em off from hip to yo lip
Go ask boy Skip
That Bun rip
With one clip, as the gun slip
Now I done out my Barile
Flyin' through yo belly and
Some smelly red 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 see me Marcus so have a
Motherfuckin' Sweet and