Luyện nghe bài hát Murder Made Easy

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

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

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

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

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

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

What would you do in the position when it's us 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, taped up, layed out and hit up

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

made easy for dummies before you pull the trigger
Hit his pockets, take all his money, first you gotta be
Check his and his bag to see if he's strapped
And hit him in the face and that's that

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

Every I drop's another 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 court adjourned a quarter to burn
of return to the same game in order to earn
Y'all niggaz learn, I ain't concerned by far

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

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

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

My swift, doin' the hard 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 close and the will fuck around and take it'
I got these spinks payin' a a gram, fifty for half
get 'em for thirty, that's why I dump at last

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

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

the first mistake 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 don't even know we so
(Right to you nigga)
Coast to coast, we so rapidly

Man, the sittin' next to you answer to me
'Cause we can you when we want to
So watch your tongue, we closely, man
Y'all know have no one, we got guns plus the ones Pac left

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

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