Luyện nghe bài hát Murder at Night

Murder niggas at
Some of that real shit
We niggas at night
And in the
We catch fools sleepin' before yawnin'

Murder for
caps to pay bills
For this g
Steps back and at will
I playing with your
No game, the real
So I the blocks with yay, no fucking deal (that's right)
I'm heated - and I'm greedy as fuck, I a meal
My dog told me out for shit and pack steel
"and if you - lil' nigga, get a vest (boom boom!)
niggas be hungry like you and they ready to test"
You die, motherfucker, it's the same tale
Niggas talk about who did the in jail
We hoo-bangers, hit you block, it up
Smash, the regulators sowed it up
rhymes like weight, push - real weight
Get my money comin' in state to state (chin chin)
Contemplate, my escape to the house
Cause if I'm caught by the times, I'm - assed out

We murder niggas at
And in the (compton all day, nigga)
We catch fools before they yawnin'
We murder niggas at
We hoo bang, bitch, so heed your fuckin
(hoo-bang' all day nigga)
We niggas at night
And in the
We catch fools sleepin' before yawnin' (geah)
We murder at night
We hoo bang, bitch, here's your fuckin

needs to back the fuck up or your block gon' burn
Me and my nigga blast with the gat - it's my turn
Money and the power, it's my time to
You're on arrival, to whom it may concern
Real from the street, yes, die for the cause
Dips the blocks the heat, right next to my balls
I be the first nigga to on the - front line
quarter piece rocks and dodgin - one time
Everybody for cash and that's real
Half of us niggas be looking for any
down ? ? my ass ? ?
But I out, another head back to coke
I gots to bang the hood, - till it drop
The enemies I not, fuck a cop
The enemies, come close but get popped
I lasted, laughed last till your heart

Chorus...

Easily I
The nigga who's
I ain't no
The situation
I gotta
They run real
When they see the (hey - boom boom!)
I got - hot ones to y'all, bless y'all
West - at the - funeral hall
Your homies sips as they reminisce on nuthin'
I come catchin' you slippin', doing a dumping
One little, two little, three suckers
Hoo-bangin' niggas is killers, you
? ? ? ? my homie scar he ride
So every other day when I hit your side
Feel my fuckin'
As I blast through your house with family and friends (boom boom!)
to my block, serving 20's and 10's (what up!)
In the back of the sippin' 40's and gins (right)
On sundays,
Moms for my sins
And ask to protect until my ends, geah

Chorus...

all day, nigga
Hoo-bang all day,
You know how the fuck we
To the

9-9 times,
packs the 9, so get it straight