Luyện nghe bài hát Murder Made Easy

Outlaw, outlaw, bring your fucking Jersey Mob
In the name of Makaveli the Don, the killa Kadafi

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

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

This Mob, Outlaw, Akwylah
To my crew selling coke cock dollars
We in the game, eat the pain, maintain
All the snitches wanna see us in chain
The hate for traitors, all a cop thought off

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

nothin' to lose, I walk through 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' like they've been dues
I put the to 'em, tell them niggaz kick off they shoes

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

Leave you in pray, gotta give you a to wipe that shit up
After the fact, in time, shit up for lit up, high 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 the rush, Essex county doublin' us, fuckin' with us
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
We ownin' enough, rollers is bust

Murder 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 he's
And hit him once in the and that's that

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

Every verse I drop's another piece of the pain
Shit'll never be the same after we got
Niggaz is burnt out and yo there's to turn
Like court adjourned a quarter to burn
Short of return to the same in order to earn
niggaz don't learn, I ain't concerned by far

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

You ain't shit without your homeboys, y'all ain't no boys
I feel it all and no voice, now you stuck no choice
Get on the ground, give up 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

Wait for my shit to drop and murder she wrote
to pull it close and I got enough to go around
For everybody challengin', guns, silence, I'm still wildin'
Like Allen and Mister Jeru, well it's mob, all deep shit
You can keep it, fuck frontin', I ain't kept a secret

My dog's swift, doin' the hard shift in the jail, I'm still sendin' the
We livin' in Hell, my mom told 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, fifty for
I'll get 'em for thirty, that's why I at last

Murder made for dummies 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 face and that

We catch niggaz at the light and do what's not right
It's 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 make your think 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 watch 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 life, outlaw 'cause that's our job
(Yeah, yeah)
We backed by the Mob and we hittin' these hard so what?

Murder made 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 in the face and that's that