Luyện nghe bài hát Murder Made Easy

Outlaw, outlaw, bring your mother Jersey Mob
In the of Makaveli the Don, the killa motherfuckin' Kadafi

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

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

This Mob, Outlaw, Akwylah
To my crew selling coke cock dollars
We in the same game, eat the pain,
All the snitches wanna see us in chain
The for traitors, that's all a cop thought off

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

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

What would you do in the position when it's us against
Teflon mother fucker, can your head take two?
Shut the fuck up 'fore luck's up, what you gonna do
When 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 know the mix-up, we squad for real
Jersey Mob for real, it be or be killed, so we drawin' that steel
I'm lovin' the rush, Essex county doublin' us, fuckin' us
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
We ownin' enough, them rollers is

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's

Well, you at then when I needed you the most?
I hit bottom, I couldn't see that we was close
Yo box, watch 'em, now they all Champaign ballin'
Yeah, nigga fall in the rain
Dirty ya joints poppin' like you greasy burger

Every verse I another small piece of the pain
Shit'll never be the same 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 game in order to
Y'all don't learn, I ain't concerned by far

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

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

for my shit to drop and it's murder she wrote
Forgot to pull it close and I got to go around
For challengin', guns, never silence, I'm still 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, the hard shift in the jail, I'm still sendin' the mail
We in Hell, my mom dukes 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, fifty for
I'll get 'em for thirty, that's why I at last

Murder made easy for dummies before you the trigger
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 stop 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 on her breast up to set up your death
We your ass for ten months if we gots 'em
(Yeah)

Then the first you make
(See them)
fucker 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)
to coast, we spread so rapidly

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

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

Murder made for dummies before you pull the trigger
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