Luyện nghe bài hát Murder Go Round

What can I say, man, I hit him with the
the little prick, him and his chick
Tried to be slick but you ain't no
brinky, you're dinky, you suck my twinkie

I don't give a fuck if you call me a
it on down, it's murder go round
What'cha dishing out, I 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 slapped on my
I'm laying in the street with blood oozing out my
Excuse me, motherfucker, was it I said

Forks up, forks down, man, sideways
Then he my finger and he said, "Crime pays"
on his pipe once again for the road
"Hold up, dawg," uh, this 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 gonna fuck with the Jay-ay-ay

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

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

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

Murder go