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' from 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 thirty from me
So I fronted forty two, he gonna pop to seven
sixty two, twenty four eight is what I do
So what 'cha do
If I told ya cocaine number's you think I was
Young nigga's twenty two talkin' they retirin'
In the game a thang comin' far then we been
Rick's home two apartment's enter
Tight friends mo bounce to the
Cuz the the shit, I done got me
Fifty out of birds ya bitch
Tightin' up no slack bitches my stock
Got Burban City nigga's so I'm a go to my garage
Just got back from California it with B-Legit
Put me with purple chronic and that hurricane shit
At the studio 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 I got to stack big cheeze man
say he wanna show ya
You got nine grand I ain't rappin'
my money in my hand
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 hate man show it
Especially if a fool our style and
Act like my nigga's know it
I kick it the trill nigga's so you best's
Not trip if ya keep on talkin'
My nigga the clip
Hoe azz

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

Verse Two:

Well this Bun-B bitch and I'm the
I'm movin' chickens got 'em finger
Stickin' nigga's who be
You need a kickin' yo azz is right for the pickin'
Now as my pocket's stickin'
I be thinkin' nigga's you sick
When I be clickin' now take a at the
Bigger nigga liquor swigger
Playa ditch digger figure
My hair trigger you one hot one in yo liver
You shake and quiver
I'm from nigga you wetter den a river
For what it's it's suburblous some nigga's doin' dirt
Fuck her first and take off her
Make the pussy hurt Master
Hit the Swisha then you keep a
Blister bastard fuck her sister
Hit the elbro for yo
better have my mail hoe
Before I catch a murder case and go to hoe
Hell no, time to bail hit the so
We can sell mo fuckin' yell get the
No other bullet duck or get
Inside game they better buck us
Cuz the clucker's love us
Make them dick suckers
Check jelly like smoker's
I hit nun-chuckers
Cuz Short Texas the rukus
This for my
Cookin' cheese to geez
Rockin' up quarter
Just to get the with ease
Wanna bee's get on yo
the squeeze from them HK one three's
>From to over sea's
We do what we
No cuz we flip
up a dip
I'm breakin' 'em off they hip to yo lip
Go ask that boy
That Bun rip
With one clip, as the gun slip
Now I ripped out my Barile
Flyin' through yo belly and
Some red jelly is drippin' out of ya belly
Servin' 'em like a Deli jumped on my cellular
Hoe sell it like it's out of style
You can't see me so have a
Motherfuckin' Sweet and