Luyện nghe bài hát Murder Made Easy

Outlaw, outlaw, bring your mother fucking Mob
In the of Makaveli the Don, the killa motherfuckin' Kadafi

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

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 hood, then I'll shoot my fuckin' way about it

Jersey Mob, Outlaw, Akwylah
To my crew coke clinkin' cock 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 smokin' in salt water
Only my Lord and our crew know what to him
His family prayin' one day they might back into him

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

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

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

made easy for dummies before you pull 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's

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

Every verse I drop's small piece of the pain
Shit'll be the same after we got burned
is burnt out and yo there's nowhere to turn
Like adjourned without a quarter to burn
Short of return to the same game in order to
Y'all niggaz learn, I ain't concerned by far

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

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

for my shit to drop and it's murder she wrote
Forgot to it close and I got enough to go around
For everybody challengin', guns, never silence, I'm wildin'
Like and Mister Jeru, well 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 shift in the jail, I'm still sendin' the mail
We livin' in Hell, my mom dukes told me, is what you make it
So watch yours and the Outlawz will fuck around and take it'
I got these spinks payin' a hundred a gram, fifty for
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 be smart
Check his race and his bag to see if strapped
And hit him once in the and that's that

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

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

Man, the niggaz sittin' next to you to me
'Cause we can touch you we want to
So watch your tongue, we 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, outlaw 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, take all his money, first you gotta be
Check his race and his bag to see if strapped
And hit him once in the and that's that