Luyện nghe bài hát Murder Go Round

What can I say, man, I hit him the brick
Killed the little prick, him and his
to be slick but you ain't no slinky
You're brinky, you're dinky, you my twinkie

I give a fuck if you call me a clown
Break it on down, it's go round
What'cha dishing out, I betcha ya it comes to ya
If you're to creep, I'd hate to say I never knew ya

upon a time in the ghetto zone
A ten-foot pipe slapped on my dome
I'm laying in the street with blood out my head
Excuse me, motherfucker, was it something I

Forks up, forks down, man, sideways
he grabbed my finger and he said, "Crime pays"
Swung on his pipe once again for the
"Hold up, dawg," uh, this shit old

Now I walk the streets a shattered skull
I'm swing my axe to his jaw
Where the motherfucker at? Where the motherfucker
How ya gonna with the juggla Jay-ay-ay

There he sits, so I on the door
Pops opened up, hit the floor
Then I chop chop pops twice in his
Well, he didn't do shit, fuck it, it's the murder go

Murder go round, murder go
How ya fuck with a wicked clown?
Murder go round, go round
How ya gonna fuck with a wicked

go round, murder go round
How ya fuck with a wicked clown?
go round, murder go round
How ya gonna with a wicked clown?

go round, murder go round
How ya fuck with a wicked clown?
go round, murder go round
How ya fuck with a wicked clown?

Murder go