Luyện nghe bài hát Murder at Night

Murder at night
of that real thug shit
We murder at night
And in the
We catch sleepin' before they yawnin'

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

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

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

Chorus...

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

Chorus...

Compton all day,
all day, nigga
You know how the we represent
To the

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Eiht packs the 9, so get it