Luyện nghe bài hát Murder at Night

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

for hire
Click to pay bills
For young g
back and kill at will
I ain't with your
No game, the shit's
So I hits the blocks with yay, no 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 you and they ready to test"
You die, motherfucker, it's the gang tale
Niggas about who did the killing in jail
We hoo-bangers, hit you block, it up
Smash, the real regulators it up
Push rhymes like weight, push - real
Get my money in from state to state (chin chin)
Contemplate, my escape to the house
Cause if I'm by the times, then I'm - assed out

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

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

Chorus...

Easily I
The who's slippin'
I no joke
The situation
I gotta
They run real
When they see the gunsmoke (hey - boom!)
I got - hot ones to test y'all, y'all
West y'all - at the - funeral
Your homies sips as they reminisce on nuthin'
I around catchin' you slippin', doing a dumping
One little, two little, three little
niggas is killers, you muthafucka
? ? ? ? my homie scar when he
So every other day I hit your damn side
my fuckin' revenge
As I blast through house with your family and friends (boom boom!)
Back to my block, serving and 10's (what up!)
In the back of the alley sippin' and gins (right)
On sundays,
pray for my sins
And ask to protect until my ends, geah

Chorus...

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

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