Luyện nghe bài hát Murder Made Easy

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

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

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

This Jersey Mob, Outlaw,
To my crew selling coke clinkin' cock
We in the game, eat the pain, maintain
All the snitches wanna see us in gangs
The hate for traitors, that's all a cop off

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

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

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

Leave you in pray, 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 that for real
Jersey Mob for real, it be or be killed, so we drawin' that steel
I'm lovin' the rush, Essex county us, fuckin' with us
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
We ownin' enough, rollers is bust

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 and that's that

Well, where you at then I needed you the most?
I hit rock bottom, I see that we was close
Yo box, watch 'em, now they all Champaign campaign
Yeah, that fall in the rain
Dirty ya joints poppin' like you greasy burger

Every verse I drop's another small piece of the
never be the same after we got burned
Niggaz is burnt out and yo nowhere to turn
court adjourned without a quarter to burn
Short of return to the same in order to earn
Y'all niggaz learn, I ain't concerned by far

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

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

Wait for my to drop and it's 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 mob, all that deep shit
You can keep it, fuck frontin', I ain't never a secret

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

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

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

the first mistake you make
(See them)
Mother we gots you
(Got 'em)
We do it so cold, we make your niggaz think they saw a
You untouchable niggaz don't know we so close
(Right to you nigga)
Coast to coast, we spread so

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

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' niggaz hard so what?

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