Luyện nghe bài hát Murder Made Easy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well, you at then when I needed you the most?
I hit rock bottom, I see that we was close
Yo box, 'em, now they all Champaign ballin' campaign
Yeah, nigga fall in the rain
Dirty ya poppin' like you greasy burger en-flamed

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

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

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

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

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

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

We catch niggaz at the light and do what's 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 name on her breast up to set up your death
We your ass for ten months if we gots 'em
(Yeah)

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

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

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

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