Luyện nghe bài hát Murder Made Easy

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

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

At your grow dega, smokin' on drow flavor
Spit pimp shit then dip with your 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 same game, eat the pain,
All the snitches wanna see us in chain
The hate for traitors, all a cop thought off

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

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

would you do in the position 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 shit's up? 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 to wipe that shit up
the fact, holdin' in time, shit up for lit up, high drilly and shit
Yeah, nigga you know the mix-up, we that 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, rollers is bust

Murder made easy for dummies before you 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 face and that

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

Every verse I drop's small piece of the pain
Shit'll never be the after 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 niggaz don't learn, I ain't by far

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

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

Wait for my to drop and it's murder she wrote
Forgot to it close 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 that deep
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 dukes told me, 'life is you make it
So watch yours close and the Outlawz fuck around and take it'
I got spinks payin' a hundred a gram, fifty for half
I'll get 'em for thirty, that's why I dump at

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

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

Then the first mistake you
(See them)
Mother fucker we you
(Got 'em)
We do it so cold, we make niggaz think they saw a ghost
You untouchable niggaz don't even know we so
(Right to you nigga)
to coast, we spread so rapidly

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

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

Murder made easy for before 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