Luyện nghe bài hát Murder Made Easy

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

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

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

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

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

nothin' to lose, I walk through clutchin' my tools?'
Ice-grill make you wanna say, "What's fuckin' Smooth"
(Yo, fuckin' with that nigga?)
I'm sick of crews, actin' like they've 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 luck's up, what you gonna do
When your shit's up? Besides get dissed on
And pistol whipped up, up, mouth taped up, layed out and hit up

you in pray, gotta give you a napkin to wipe that shit up
After the fact, holdin' in time, shit up for lit up, high and shit
Yeah, you know the mix-up, we that squad 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, them is bust

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

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

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

six bars like gem-star, stitches and scars
Niggaz dry snitchin', yo, they bizarre
Picture me without a partner, pitchin' is hard
Listen, my jaw, to find the position tomorrow
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 no grown boys
I feel it all and no voice, now you stuck with no
Get on the ground, give up your property, like monopoly
With Jersey Mob this time, they're ain't a fucker stoppin' me
why I pop three in my throat

Wait for my shit to drop and it's murder she
Forgot to it close and I got enough to go around
For everybody challengin', guns, silence, I'm still wildin'
Like Allen and Mister Jeru, it's mob, all that deep shit
You can keep it, 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 told me, 'life is what you make it
So watch yours close and the Outlawz fuck around and take it'
I got these payin' a hundred a gram, fifty for half
I'll get 'em for thirty, that's why I at last

Murder made for dummies before 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 in the face and that's that

We catch niggaz at the light and do what's not right
It's worked for to the OG's and peace gites
We seat night and we run your chest, got a bitch
With your on her breast 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 fucker we you
(Got 'em)
We do it so cold, we your niggaz think they saw a ghost
You untouchable niggaz even know we so close
(Right to you nigga)
Coast to coast, we spread so

Man, the sittin' 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 'cause our job
(Yeah, yeah)
We backed by the Mob and we hittin' these hard so what?

Murder made easy for dummies you pull the trigger
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