Luyện nghe bài hát Murder Go Round

What can I say, man, I hit him with the
Killed the little prick, him and his
Tried to be slick but you no slinky
brinky, you're dinky, you suck my twinkie

I don't a fuck if you call me a clown
Break it on down, it's go round
dishing out, I betcha ya it comes back to ya
If you're trying to creep, I'd hate to say I knew ya

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

Forks up, forks down, man, forks
Then he my finger and he said, "Crime pays"
on his pipe once again for the road
"Hold up, dawg," uh, shit gets old

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

he sits, so I knock on the door
Pops opened up, pops hit the
I chop chop pops twice in his nugget
Well, he didn't do shit, it, it's the murder go round

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

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

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

Murder go