Luyện nghe bài hát Murder Ain't Crazy

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ass
Bitch type of niggas can't me
callin' me a lunatic
But murder crazy

(spice 1 - chorus)
Yeah, yeah,
nigga?
Don't look at me y'all know who I am
nightmare
Spice 1
Nigga, young,
You know I won't give a

(verse 1):
Old drop caddy five, six niggas
Rollin' up in my
they fingers up on them triggers
Come let's a trip
And hop into gangsta shit with me
13 caps for them who wanna get with me
Get at me empty enough clips at me
Wanna put some holes and some muthafuckin in me
But I give a fuck I just stay strapped
And be a soldier that shit
When it to peelin' their caps nigga
So won't ya get blast on
And if you miss me your 13 shots
Nigga your ass's
Cause I'm gon hit you on that shot
And I ain't gon stop
Until some call the cops
Then i'll be 187 like my song say
you was fuckin' with this nigga on the wrong day

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(verse 2):
See I be raisin' them up off the
my ? ? ?
Quick to come with get in some caps in my city
I with much cloud
And whenever one could take me out
him up like levis cough him and stuff him
Key him like pies
And niggas be talkin' shit
But yo ain't of them runnin' up
I'm gunnin' up the nigga is feelin' buck shots
I you niggas knew
I'm finna smoke that boost of my 6 deuce
And when I gat that ass someone'll leave him there
Cryin' there the dyin' there
And mr. better have insurance
Cause g-a-gat that ass with the touriz
Rocka-bye baby goin'
Punk like you can't fade me
to squabb with the clip and the trigger
Ol' groupie ass bitch of nigga

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Groupie ass bitch of niggas can't fade me
Grabs my .45 and down my .380
I up on they ass tip-toe with the pump
Split a down the middle like phillie blunt
I keeps my strap by my to keep niggas in check
And all my posse pack glock .9's uzi thangs and
You see we rolls down the 3 o'clock in the morning
got us gone and strap mobile phones
And about 5 in the back of the trunk
Niggas ass fuck but we don't wanna funk
Cause, ahh, transportation is the shit we to do
Had a whole dropped mobs spot and crew
W-a-with a ring on my muthafuckin'
As I heard a screamin': 'get the fuck out the car!'
Nigga let me get my chronic and my sacc
As my dj blew that bitch on his back
Runnin' up on some players so I had to
He was a groupie ass type of nigga

(chorus overlap):

Whassup
Y'all muthafuckas ain't fadin' a real g

Peelin' cap for the strive
Nigga you don't wanna fuck this
You don't won't of this
Step back
Just
Watch
Look at some real last rip shit up
For '94
Punk ass


Back again with some of that shit
Spiggedy one whippin' up on ass for '94 and '95 bitch

What y'all niggas about a real last g
Ha, I kicks gangsta shit
Beyoaaatch!!!
187 g