Luyện nghe bài hát Murder

I'm still Pimp C bitch so what the is up?
I'm puttin' on the streets cuz I got
Big fuckin' comin' back from Louisiana
In a Fleetwood
I deserve them nigga's shit to put they pea's on they
Got the pound four by four cuz you know I
Pay to nigga bought from 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 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 mo bounce to the ounce
Cuz the the shit, I done got me
Fifty ounces out of birds ya
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 and that hurricane shit
At the studio with Tom, I wish I could
I got to holla at Master P, cuz we got money to
We with from the South stack gee'z man
Like Ball I got to stack big man
say he wanna show ya
You got nine grand I ain't shit
Till my money in my
South Texas mutherfucka where 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 man show it
Especially if a fool our style and
Act like my nigga's don't it
I kick it with the trill so you best's
Not trip if ya on talkin' shit
My nigga empty the
Hoe azz

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

Two: {Bun-B}

Well Bun-B bitch and I'm the king
I'm chickens got 'em finger lickin'
Stickin' who be trippin'
You need a swift kickin' yo azz is for the pickin'
Now as my pocket's stickin'
I be nigga's slippin' you sick
When I be clickin' now take a at the
Bigger Marl liquor swigger
Playa hata ditch digger
My trigger you bound one hot one in yo liver
You shiver shake and
I'm from nigga you wetter den a river
For what it's worth it's suburblous some nigga's doin'
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 elbro for yo
better have my mail hoe
Before I a murder case and go to jail hoe
no, time to bail hit the trail so
We can sell mo yell get the scale
No bullet duck or get shoved
Inside this game they better us
Cuz the they love us
Make them dick suckers
Check they jelly like
I hit like
Cuz Short Texas the rukus
for my muthfucker's
Cookin' cheese to crooked
Rockin' up key's
Just to get the hook ease
bee's get on yo knee's
Fill the squeeze from HK one three's
>From here to sea's
We do what we
No cuz we flip
up a dip
I'm breakin' 'em off from hip to yo lip
Go ask boy Skip
nigga Bun rip
With one clip, as the gun slip
Now I done out my Barile
Flyin' through yo belly and
Some smelly red jelly is drippin' out of ya
Servin' 'em like a Deli jumped on my telli
Hoe sell it like it's out of style
You can't see me so have a
Motherfuckin' Sweet and