Luyện nghe bài hát Murder Made Easy

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

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

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

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

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

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

would you do in the position when it's us against you?
That Teflon mother fucker, can head take two?
Shut the fuck up your luck's up, what you gonna do
your shit's up? Besides get dissed on nigga
And pistol whipped up, 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, shit up for lit up, high and shit
Yeah, nigga you the mix-up, we that squad for real
Jersey Mob for real, it be kill or be killed, so we drawin' steel
I'm lovin' the rush, Essex county us, fuckin' with us
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
We enough, them rollers is bust

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

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

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

Spit six like gem-star, stitches and scars
Niggaz dry snitchin', yo, they bizarre
me starved without a partner, pitchin' is hard
Listen, my jaw, to find the right position
Is mission impose? I be really my eyes
Niggaz kill me when 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 no choice
Get on the ground, give up your property, it's monopoly
With Jersey Mob time, they're ain't a mother fucker stoppin' me
That's why I pop three in my

Wait for my shit to drop and it's she wrote
Forgot to pull it close and I got 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 keep it, fuck frontin', I ain't never kept a

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 yours close and the Outlawz fuck around and take it'
I got these spinks payin' a hundred a gram, for half
I'll get 'em for thirty, why I dump at last

Murder easy for dummies 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 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 and we run through your chest, got a bitch
With your name on her up to set up your death
We watch 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 your niggaz think saw a ghost
You niggaz don't even know we so close
(Right to you nigga)
Coast to coast, we so rapidly

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

We got enemies plus the 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 dummies before you pull the
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 face and that