Luyện nghe bài hát Murder Made Easy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Murder made easy for before you pull 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 bottom, I couldn't see that we was close
Yo box, 'em, now they all Champaign ballin' campaign
Yeah, that nigga fall in the
Dirty ya joints like you greasy burger en-flamed

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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