Luyện nghe bài hát Murder at Night

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

for hire
Click caps to pay
For young g
Steps back and kill at
I ain't with your
No game, the real
So I hits the with yay, no fucking deal (that's right)
I'm - and I'm greedy as fuck, I need a meal
My dog told me watch out for shit and pack
"and if you care - lil' nigga, get a (boom boom!)
Cause niggas be hungry like you and ready to test"
You die, motherfucker, the same gang tale
talk about 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 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 sleepin' before they yawnin'
We murder niggas at
We hoo bang, bitch, so your fuckin warning
(hoo-bang' all day nigga)
We murder at night
And in the
We catch fools sleepin' they yawnin' (geah)
We niggas at night
We hoo bang, bitch, here's your fuckin

Y'all needs to back the fuck up or your block burn
Me and my blast with the same gat - it's my turn
Money and the power, it's my to earn
You're dead on arrival, to whom it may
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 jump on the - line
Slang quarter piece rocks and dodgin - one
Everybody hustlin' for cash and that's
Half of us be looking for any bill
Lock ? ? my ass ? ?
But I bails out, another head back to
I gots to bang the hood, slang - it drop
The enemies I fear not, a cop
The enemies, they come but get popped
I lasted, laughed last till your heart

Chorus...

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

Chorus...

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

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