Luyện nghe bài hát Murder Made Easy

Outlaw, outlaw, bring mother fucking Jersey Mob
In the name of Makaveli the Don, the killa Kadafi

Everybody wanna how I live my life
(Pucka)
my balls?
(Pucka)
Where's my
No matter now I answer then, feel my
You poppin' shit, I'll pin my knights dying

At your dega, smokin' on your drow flavor
Spit some pimp shit then dip your old neighbor
(Come on)
And if you really feel some of way about it
Run up in your hood, I'll shoot my fuckin' way about it

This Mob, Outlaw, Akwylah
To my crew selling coke cock dollars
We in the game, eat the pain, maintain
All the snitches wanna see us in gangs
The for traitors, that's all a cop thought off

We live stool pigeons in salt water pigeon
Only my Lord and our crew know what to him
His family prayin' 'cause one day they might into him

With nothin' to lose, I through clutchin' my tools?'
Ice-grill make you wanna say, "What's with Smooth"
(Yo, what's fuckin' with nigga?)
I'm sick of these crews, actin' like they've payin' dues
I put the heat to 'em, tell them kick off they shoes

What would you do in the position when it's us against
That Teflon mother fucker, can your head two?
Shut the fuck up your luck's up, what you gonna do
When your shit's up? Besides get on nigga
And pistol whipped up, tied up, taped up, layed out and hit up

Leave you in pray, gotta give you a to wipe that shit up
After the fact, holdin' in time, shit up for lit up, high and shit
Yeah, nigga you the mix-up, we that squad for real
Mob for real, it be kill or be killed, so we drawin' that steel
I'm lovin' the rush, county doublin' us, fuckin' with us
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
We ownin' enough, them is bust

Murder made easy for dummies before you the trigger
Hit his pockets, take all his money, first you gotta be
Check his race and his bag to see if he's
And hit him once in the face and that's

Well, you at then when I needed you the most?
I hit rock bottom, I couldn't see we was close
Yo box, watch 'em, now they all ballin' campaign
Yeah, that nigga fall in the
Dirty ya joints poppin' you greasy burger en-flamed

Every verse I drop's another piece of the pain
Shit'll never be the same we got burned
Niggaz is burnt out and yo there's nowhere to
Like court without a quarter to burn
Short of return to the game in order to earn
Y'all niggaz don't learn, I ain't by far

Spit six bars like gem-star, stitches and
dry snitchin', yo, they intuition bizarre
Picture me without a partner, pitchin' is hard
Listen, my jaw, to find the position tomorrow
Is mission impose? I be really my eyes
Niggaz kill me when they nod like they really

You shit without your homeboys, y'all ain't no grown boys
I it all and no voice, now you stuck with no choice
Get on the ground, give up property, it's like monopoly
With Jersey Mob time, they're ain't a mother fucker stoppin' me
why I pop three in my throat

Wait for my shit to drop and murder she wrote
Forgot to pull it close and I got enough to go
For everybody challengin', guns, never silence, I'm still
Like Allen and Mister Jeru, it's mob, all that deep shit
You can keep it, fuck frontin', I ain't never a secret

My dog's swift, doin' the hard shift in the jail, I'm still sendin' the
We livin' in Hell, my mom told me, 'life is what you make it
So yours close and the Outlawz will fuck around and take it'
I got these spinks a hundred a gram, fifty for half
I'll get 'em for thirty, that's why I at last

Murder made easy for dummies before you the trigger
Hit his pockets, take all his money, first you be smart
his race and his bag to see if he's strapped
And hit him once in the face and that's

We niggaz at the stop light and do what's not right
It's worked for centuries to the OG's and peace
We seat night and we run through your chest, got a
your name on her breast up to set up your death
We watch ass for ten months if we gots 'em
(Yeah)

Then the first you make
(See them)
fucker we gots you
(Got 'em)
We do it so cold, we your niggaz think they saw a ghost
You untouchable niggaz don't even know we so
(Right to you nigga)
to coast, we spread so rapidly

Man, the niggaz next to you answer to me
'Cause we can touch you we want to
So watch your tongue, we closely, man
Y'all know have no one, we got plus the ones that Pac left

We got enemies plus the ones that Pac
We bang thug life, outlaw 'cause our job
(Yeah, yeah)
We backed by the Mob and we hittin' these hard so what?

Murder made easy for dummies before you the trigger
Hit his pockets, take all his money, you gotta be smart
Check his race and his bag to see if strapped
And hit him once in the face and that