Luyện nghe bài hát Murder at Night

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

Murder for
Click caps to pay
For this g
back and kill at will
I ain't with your
No game, the shit's
So I hits the blocks with yay, no fucking (that's right)
I'm heated - and I'm greedy as fuck, I need a
My dog told me watch out for shit and pack
"and if you care - lil' nigga, get a (boom boom!)
Cause be hungry like you and they ready to test"
You die, motherfucker, it's the 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 like weight, push - real
Get my comin' in from state to state (chin chin)
Contemplate, my niggas to the house
Cause if I'm caught by the times, then I'm - out

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

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

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Easily I
The nigga who's
I no joke
The situation
I provoke
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
Your homies take as they reminisce on nuthin'
I come around catchin' you slippin', a dumping
One little, two little, three little
Hoo-bangin' is killers, you muthafucka
? ? ? ? my scar when he ride
So every day when I hit your damn side
Feel my fuckin'
As I blast through your house your family and friends (boom boom!)
to my block, serving 20's and 10's (what up!)
In the of the alley sippin' 40's and gins (right)
On sundays,
Moms for my sins
And ask to until my life ends, geah

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

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