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 how I live my life
(Pucka)
Where's my
(Pucka)
Where's my
No matter now I then, feel my stripes
You keep poppin' shit, pin my knights dying

At your grow dega, smokin' on your flavor
Spit some pimp shit then dip with old neighbor
(Come on)
And if you feel some type of way about it
Run up in your hood, then I'll shoot my fuckin' way 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 for traitors, that's all a cop thought off

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

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

would you do in the position when it's us against you?
That Teflon fucker, can your head take two?
the fuck up 'fore your luck's up, what you gonna do
When shit's up? Besides get dissed on nigga
And whipped up, tied 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, up for lit up, high drilly and shit
Yeah, you know the mix-up, we that 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 is bust

Murder made easy for dummies 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

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

Every verse I drop's another small of the pain
Shit'll never be the same we got burned
Niggaz is out and yo there's nowhere to turn
Like adjourned without a quarter to burn
Short of to the same game in order to earn
Y'all don't learn, I ain't concerned by far

Spit six bars like gem-star, stitches and
Niggaz dry snitchin', yo, they intuition
Picture me starved without a partner, is hard
Listen, my jaw, to find the right position
Is impose? I be yellin' really my eyes
kill me when they nod like 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, give up property, it's like monopoly
With Jersey Mob time, they're ain't a mother fucker stoppin' me
why I pop three in my throat

Wait for my shit to drop and murder she wrote
Forgot to pull it and I got enough to go around
For everybody challengin', guns, never silence, I'm wildin'
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 dog's swift, doin' the hard in the jail, I'm still 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 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 and that's that

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

the first mistake you make
(See them)
Mother fucker we you
(Got 'em)
We do it so cold, we your niggaz think 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 sittin' next to you answer to me
'Cause we can touch you we want to
So watch your tongue, we closely, man
Y'all know have no one, we got guns plus the that Pac left

We got enemies plus the ones that Pac
We bang thug life, outlaw 'cause our job
(Yeah, yeah)
We by the Mob and we hittin' 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 race and his bag to see if strapped
And hit him once in the face and that