Luyện nghe bài hát Murder

I'm Pimp C bitch so what the fuck is up?
I'm powder on the streets cuz I got
Big fuckin' nut's comin' back Louisiana
In a Fleetwood
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 hundred
Times sixty two, twenty four eight is I do
So fuck what do
If I told ya cocaine number's you think I was
Young nigga's twenty two talkin' bout retirin'
In the game ain't a thang comin' far we been
Rick's home two apartment's enter
Tight friends mo bounce to the
Cuz the the shit, I done got me
Fifty ounces out of birds ya
up no slack bitches checkin' my stock
Got some Burban nigga's so I'm a go to my garage
Just got from California kicked it with B-Legit
Put me down with purple chronic and that shit
At the studio with Tom, I I could stay
I got to holla at Master P, cuz we got to make
We with playa'z from the stack gee'z man
Like I got to stack big cheeze man
Bitch say he wanna ya
You got nine grand I ain't shit
Till my in my hand
South Texas mutherfucka that's where I
Gettin' 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
Especially if a fool take our and
Act like my don't know it
I kick it with the nigga's so you best's
Not trip if ya keep on talkin'
My empty the clip
Hoe azz

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

Verse Two:

Well this bitch and I'm the king
I'm movin' chickens got 'em lickin'
Stickin' who be trippin'
You need a swift yo azz is right for the pickin'
Now down as my pocket's
I be thinkin' nigga's you sick
When I be now take a look at the
Bigger Marl liquor swigger
Playa ditch digger figure
My hair trigger you bound one hot one in yo
You shake and quiver
I'm free from nigga you wetter den a
For what worth it's suburblous some nigga's doin' dirt
Fuck her first and take off her
Make the pussy hurt Master
Hit the faster then you keep a
Blister fuck her sister faster
Hit the for sale yo
better have my mail 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 duck or get shoved
this game they better buck us
Cuz the clucker's they us
Make them dick suckers
Check jelly like smoker's
I hit like
Cuz Short Texas bring the
This for my
Cookin' cheese to crooked
Rockin' up quarter
Just to get the hook ease
Wanna bee's get on yo
Fill the squeeze from them HK one
>From here to over
We do what we
No cuz we flip
up a dip
I'm 'em off from they hip to yo lip
Go ask boy Skip
That Bun rip
one clip, soon as the gun slip
Now I ripped out my Barile
Flyin' yo belly belly and
Some smelly red is drippin' out of ya belly
'em like a Deli jumped on my cellular telli
Hoe sell it it's goin' out of style
You see me Marcus so have a
Motherfuckin' Sweet and