Luyện nghe bài hát Murder Made Easy

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

Everybody wanna know how I live my
(Pucka)
my balls?
(Pucka)
Where's my
No matter now I answer then, feel my
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 way about it

This Jersey Mob, Outlaw,
To my crew selling coke clinkin' cock
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 wanna say, "What's with Smooth"
(Yo, what's fuckin' that nigga?)
I'm sick of these crews, like they've been payin' dues
I put the heat to 'em, tell them 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 your luck's up, what you gonna do
When your shit's up? get dissed on nigga
And pistol whipped up, 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, drilly and shit
Yeah, nigga you know the mix-up, we 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 ownin' enough, them rollers is

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 strapped
And hit him once in the face and 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 joints like you greasy burger en-flamed

Every verse I drop's small 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 adjourned without a to burn
Short of return to the same in order to earn
Y'all niggaz don't learn, I concerned by far

Spit six like gem-star, stitches and scars
Niggaz dry snitchin', yo, they bizarre
Picture me starved a partner, pitchin' is hard
Listen, my jaw, to find the position tomorrow
Is mission impose? I be really my eyes
Niggaz me when they nod like they really alive

You ain't shit 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, like monopoly
With Jersey Mob this time, ain't a mother fucker stoppin' me
That's why I pop three in my

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

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

made easy 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

We catch niggaz at the stop light and do what's not
worked for centuries to the OG's and peace gites
We seat night and we run through 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 mistake you
(See them)
Mother we gots you
(Got 'em)
We do it so cold, we make your niggaz they saw a ghost
You untouchable niggaz even know we so close
(Right to you nigga)
Coast to coast, we so rapidly

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

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 hard so what?

made easy for dummies 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 strapped
And hit him once in the and that's that