Luyện nghe bài hát Murder

I'm still C bitch so what the fuck is up?
I'm powder on the streets cuz I got
Big fuckin' nut's comin' from Louisiana
In a Lana
I deserve nigga's shit to put they pea's on they banner
Got the pound four by four cuz you know I
Pay to bought thirty from me
So I forty two, he gonna pop to seven hundred
Times sixty two, twenty four eight is I do
So what 'cha do
If I told ya cocaine number's you I was lyin'
nigga's twenty two talkin' bout they retirin'
In the game ain't a thang comin' far we been
home two apartment's where enter
Tight friends mo bounce to the
Cuz the the shit, I done got me
Fifty ounces out of ya bitch
Tightin' up no bitches checkin' my stock
Got Burban City nigga's so I'm a go to my garage
Just got back from California kicked it B-Legit
Put me down with purple chronic and that shit
At the with Tom, I wish I could stay
I got to holla at 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 wanna ya
You got nine grand I ain't shit
Till my money in my
South Texas that's where I stay
Gettin' money yo bitches every
Got day
Big I'm foldin'
is on my mutherfuckin' jock
For all dick I be holdin'
I grown man show it
Especially if a take our style and
Act like my don't know it
I kick it with the trill so you best's
Not if ya keep on talkin' shit
My empty the clip
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 finger
Stickin' nigga's who be
You need a swift kickin' yo azz is for the pickin'
Now down as my pocket's
I be thinkin' nigga's slippin' you
When I be clickin' now take a at the
Bigger Marl liquor swigger
Playa hata digger figure
My hair trigger you bound one hot one in yo
You shake and quiver
I'm free from nigga you den a river
For what it's worth it's some nigga's doin' dirt
Fuck her first and take off her
the pussy hurt Mister Master
Hit the Swisha faster then you a
bastard fuck her sister faster
Hit the for sale yo
Brother better have my hoe
I catch a murder case and go to jail hoe
Hell no, time to bail hit the so
We can sell mo fuckin' yell get the
No other bullet duck or get
this game they better buck us
Cuz the clucker's love us
Make class dick suckers
Check they like smoker's
I hit nun-chuckers
Cuz Short bring the rukus
This for my
Cookin' cheese to crooked
up quarter key's
Just to get the with ease
Wanna bee's get on yo
Fill the squeeze from them HK one
>From to over sea's
We do what we
No trip cuz we
up a dip
I'm breakin' 'em off they hip to yo lip
Go ask that boy
nigga Bun rip
With one clip, as the gun slip
Now I done out my Barile
Flyin' through yo belly and
smelly red jelly is drippin' out of ya belly
Servin' 'em like a Deli jumped on my cellular
Hoe sell it like it's goin' out of
You see me Marcus so have a
Sweet and smile