Luyện nghe bài hát Murder Made Easy

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

wanna know how I live my life
(Pucka)
Where's my
(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
Spit some pimp shit then dip with old neighbor
(Come on)
And if you really feel some type of way it
Run up in your hood, then I'll my fuckin' way about it

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

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

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

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

you in pray, gotta give you a napkin to wipe 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 drawin' that
I'm lovin' the rush, Essex doublin' us, fuckin' with us
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
We ownin' enough, them rollers is

Murder made easy for dummies before you 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's

Well, where you at when I needed you the most?
I hit rock bottom, I couldn't see that we was
Yo box, watch 'em, now they all Champaign ballin'
Yeah, that nigga in the rain
Dirty ya joints poppin' like you burger en-flamed

Every verse I drop's another small of the pain
Shit'll be the same after 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 don't learn, I ain't concerned by far

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

You ain't shit without your homeboys, y'all ain't no boys
I feel it all and no voice, now you stuck with no
Get on the ground, up your property, it's like monopoly
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 she wrote
Forgot to pull it close and I got to go around
For everybody challengin', guns, never silence, I'm wildin'
Like Allen and Mister Jeru, well it's mob, all that shit
You can keep it, fuck frontin', I never kept a secret

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

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

Then the mistake you make
(See them)
fucker we gots you
(Got 'em)
We do it so cold, we make your niggaz 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 we want to
So watch tongue, we listenin' closely, man
Y'all know have no one, we got guns the ones that Pac left

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

made easy for dummies before 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 in the face and that's that