Luyện nghe bài hát Murder at Night

Murder niggas at
Some of real thug shit
We murder niggas at
And in the
We catch fools sleepin' they yawnin'

for hire
Click to pay bills
For this g
Steps back and kill at
I ain't playing your
No game, the shit's
So I hits the with yay, no fucking deal (that's right)
I'm heated - and I'm as fuck, I need a meal
My dog told me watch out for shit and pack
"and if you care - nigga, get a vest (boom boom!)
Cause niggas be hungry you and they ready to test"
You die, motherfucker, the same gang tale
Niggas talk who did the killing in jail
We hoo-bangers, hit you block, it up
Smash, the real regulators it up
Push rhymes weight, push - real weight
Get my money comin' in state to state (chin chin)
Contemplate, my niggas escape to the
if I'm caught by the times, then I'm - assed out

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

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

Chorus...

I approach
The nigga slippin'
I ain't no
The tense
I gotta
They run fast
they see the gunsmoke (hey - boom boom!)
I got - hot to test y'all, bless y'all
West - at the - funeral hall
Your homies take sips as reminisce on nuthin'
I around catchin' you slippin', doing a dumping
One little, two little, three little
Hoo-bangin' niggas is killers, you
? ? ? ? my homie when he ride
So every other day when I hit your side
my fuckin' revenge
As I through your house with your family and friends (boom boom!)
Back to my block, serving 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 until my life ends, geah

Chorus...

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

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