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' comin' back from Louisiana
In a Fleetwood
I deserve them nigga's shit to put they on they banner
Got the pound by four cuz you know I just
Pay to bought thirty from me
So I fronted forty two, he pop to seven hundred
Times sixty two, twenty four eight is 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 far then we been
Rick's two apartment's where enter
friends mo bounce to the ounce
Cuz the the shit, I done got me
Fifty ounces out of birds ya
Tightin' up no slack bitches checkin' my
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 purple chronic and that hurricane
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 the South stack gee'z man
Like Ball I got to stack big man
Bitch say he wanna ya
You got nine I ain't rappin' shit
Till my money in my
South Texas mutherfucka that's I stay
Gettin' from yo bitches every
Got day
Big paper I'm
Hoes is on my mutherfuckin'
For all dick I be holdin'
I hate grown man it
Especially if a fool take our and
Act my nigga's don't know it
I kick it with the trill so you best's
Not trip if ya keep on 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 down as my pocket's
I be thinkin' slippin' you sick
When I be clickin' now take a at the
nigga Marl 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 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 then you a
Blister bastard fuck her faster
Hit the for sale 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 mo fuckin' yell get the scale
No other bullet or get shoved
this game they better buck us
Cuz the clucker's love us
Make them dick suckers
Check they jelly smoker's
I hit nun-chuckers
Cuz Short Texas the rukus
This for my
cheese to crooked geez
Rockin' up key's
Just to get the with ease
Wanna bee's get on yo
the squeeze from them 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 they hip to yo lip
Go ask boy Skip
That Bun rip
With one clip, as the gun slip
Now I done out my Barile
through yo belly belly and
Some red jelly is drippin' out of ya belly
Servin' 'em like a Deli jumped on my cellular
Hoe sell it like goin' out of style
You see me Marcus so have a
Motherfuckin' Sweet and