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 know how I live my life
(Pucka)
Where's my
(Pucka)
Where's my
No matter now I answer then, my stripes
You keep 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 really feel type of way about it
Run up in your hood, then I'll shoot my way about it

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

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

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

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

Leave you in pray, gotta give you a napkin to wipe that 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 that steel
I'm lovin' the rush, Essex doublin' us, fuckin' with us
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
We ownin' enough, them is bust

Murder made easy for 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 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 Champaign campaign
Yeah, that nigga fall in the
Dirty ya joints like you greasy burger en-flamed

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

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

You ain't shit without homeboys, y'all ain't no grown boys
I it all and no voice, now you stuck with no choice
Get on the ground, up your property, it's like monopoly
With Mob this 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 murder she
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 it, fuck frontin', I ain't never kept a secret

My dog's swift, doin' the hard shift in the jail, I'm sendin' the mail
We livin' in Hell, my mom told me, 'life is what you make it
So watch yours close and the will 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 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 niggaz at the light and do what's not right
It's worked for centuries to the and peace gites
We seat and we run through your chest, got a bitch
With name on her breast up to set up your death
We watch ass for ten months if we gots 'em
(Yeah)

Then the first you make
(See them)
Mother we gots you
(Got 'em)
We do it so cold, we make your think they saw a ghost
You untouchable niggaz don't know we so close
(Right to you nigga)
Coast to coast, we 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
Y'all have no one, we got guns plus the ones that Pac left

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

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