Luyện nghe bài hát Murder at Night

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

for hire
Click to pay bills
For young g
Steps and kill at will
I ain't with your
No game, the shit's
So I the blocks with yay, no fucking deal (that's right)
I'm - and I'm greedy as fuck, I need a meal
My dog told me out for shit and pack 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 same tale
Niggas talk about who did the in jail
We hoo-bangers, hit you block, it up
Smash, the real sowed it up
Push rhymes 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 niggas at night
And in the (compton all day, nigga)
We fools sleepin' before they yawnin'
We murder at night
We hoo bang, bitch, so heed your fuckin
(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 fuckin

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

Chorus...

Easily I
The nigga slippin'
I ain't no
The situation
I provoke
They run fast
they see the gunsmoke (hey - boom boom!)
I got - hot ones to test y'all, y'all
y'all - at the - funeral hall
Your homies take as they reminisce on nuthin'
I come catchin' you slippin', doing a dumping
One little, two little, three suckers
Hoo-bangin' is killers, you muthafucka
? ? ? ? my homie scar he ride
So every other day I hit your damn side
my fuckin' revenge
As I blast through your 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 protect my life ends, geah

Chorus...

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

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