Luyện nghe bài hát Murder Made Easy

Outlaw, outlaw, your mother fucking Jersey Mob
In the name of Makaveli the Don, the motherfuckin' Kadafi

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

At your grow dega, smokin' on your drow
Spit some pimp shit then dip your old neighbor
(Come on)
And if you really feel some type of way 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 for traitors, that's all a cop thought off

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

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

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

Leave you in pray, give you a napkin to wipe that shit up
After the fact, in time, shit up for lit up, high drilly and shit
Yeah, nigga you 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, with us
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
We enough, them rollers is bust

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

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

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

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

You ain't shit your homeboys, y'all ain't no grown boys
I feel it all and no voice, now you stuck with no
Get on the ground, give up your property, it's like
Jersey Mob this time, they're ain't a mother fucker stoppin' me
That's why I pop in my throat

Wait for my shit to drop and it's murder she
Forgot to pull it close and I got to go around
For everybody challengin', guns, silence, I'm still wildin'
Like 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, doin' the hard in the jail, I'm still sendin' the mail
We livin' in Hell, my mom told 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
I'll get 'em for thirty, that's why I dump at

Murder made easy for dummies 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 and that's that

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

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

Man, the niggaz sittin' next to you to me
'Cause we can touch you when we to
So your tongue, we listenin' closely, man
Y'all know no one, we got guns 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 by the Mob and we hittin' these niggaz 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 and his bag to see if he's strapped
And hit him once in the face and that