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 back from Louisiana
In a Lana
I deserve them nigga's shit to put pea's on they banner
Got the pound four by four cuz you I just
Pay to nigga thirty from me
So I fronted two, he gonna pop to seven hundred
Times sixty two, twenty four eight is I do
So fuck 'cha do
If I told ya cocaine you think I was lyin'
Young nigga's twenty two bout they retirin'
In the game ain't a thang comin' far then we
Rick's home two apartment's enter
Tight friends mo to the ounce
Cuz the the shit, I done got me
Fifty out of birds ya bitch
Tightin' up no slack bitches checkin' my
Got some City nigga's so I'm a go to my garage
Just got back from California kicked it with
Put me down with purple and that hurricane shit
At the studio with Tom, I wish I could
I got to holla at P, cuz we got money to make
We with playa'z from the South gee'z man
Like Ball I got to big cheeze man
Bitch say he wanna ya
You got nine I ain't rappin' shit
Till my in my hand
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 grown man it
Especially if a take our style and
Act like my don't know it
I kick it with the nigga's 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 this Bun-B and I'm the king
I'm movin' got 'em finger lickin'
nigga's who be trippin'
You need a swift kickin' yo azz is right for the
Now down as my stickin'
I be thinkin' nigga's slippin' you
When I be now take a look at the
Bigger nigga Marl swigger
Playa ditch digger figure
My hair trigger you 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 doin' dirt
Fuck her and take off her skirt
Make the pussy Mister Master
Hit the Swisha faster then you a
Blister bastard her sister faster
Hit the elbro for yo
Brother have my mail hoe
Before I catch a murder case and go to hoe
no, time to bail hit the trail so
We can sell mo fuckin' yell get the
No other bullet or get shoved
Inside this game they better us
Cuz the clucker's they us
them class 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 quarter
Just to get the with ease
Wanna bee's get on yo
Fill the squeeze them HK one three's
>From to over sea's
We do we please
No cuz we flip
up a dip
I'm breakin' 'em off from hip to yo lip
Go ask that boy
nigga Bun rip
With one clip, soon as the gun
Now I ripped out my Barile
Flyin' through yo belly and
Some smelly red is drippin' out of ya belly
Servin' 'em a Deli jumped on my cellular telli
Hoe sell it it's goin' out of style
You can't see me so have a
Motherfuckin' and smile