Luyện nghe bài hát Murder

I'm still Pimp C bitch so what the is up?
I'm puttin' powder on the cuz I got
Big fuckin' nut's comin' back Louisiana
In a Lana
I deserve nigga's shit to put they pea's on they banner
Got the pound four by cuz you know I just
Pay to nigga bought thirty me
So I fronted forty two, he gonna pop to seven
Times sixty two, twenty eight is what I do
So fuck 'cha do
If I told ya cocaine number's you I was lyin'
Young nigga's two talkin' bout they retirin'
In the game ain't a thang comin' far we been
Rick's home two apartment's where
friends mo bounce 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 City nigga's so I'm a go to my garage
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 could
I got to at Master P, cuz we got money to make
We with playa'z from the South stack man
Like Ball I got to big cheeze man
Bitch say he show ya
You got nine grand I ain't rappin'
my money in my hand
South Texas mutherfucka that's where I
Gettin' money from yo bitches
Got day
Big I'm foldin'
is on my mutherfuckin' jock
For all this I be holdin'
I hate grown man it
Especially if a fool take our and
Act like my nigga's don't 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,

Verse Two:

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 as my pocket's stickin'
I be thinkin' nigga's slippin' you
I be clickin' now take a look at the
Bigger nigga liquor swigger
Playa hata ditch figure
My hair trigger you one hot one in yo liver
You shake and quiver
I'm free from you wetter den a river
For what it's it's suburblous some nigga's doin' dirt
Fuck her first and off her skirt
the pussy hurt Mister Master
Hit the Swisha faster then you a
Blister bastard fuck her faster
Hit the elbro for yo
Brother better have my hoe
Before I catch a murder and go to jail hoe
Hell no, time to bail hit the so
We can sell mo fuckin' yell get the
No other bullet or get shoved
Inside this game better buck us
Cuz the they love us
Make them class suckers
Check they jelly smoker's
I hit nun-chuckers
Cuz Short Texas the rukus
for my muthfucker's
Cookin' cheese to geez
up quarter key's
Just to get the with ease
Wanna get on yo knee's
Fill the squeeze them HK one three's
here to over sea's
We do we please
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 done ripped out my
Flyin' through yo belly and
Some smelly red jelly is out of ya belly
Servin' 'em like a Deli on my cellular telli
Hoe sell it it's goin' out of style
You can't see me Marcus so a
Motherfuckin' Sweet and