Luyện nghe bài hát Murder Made Easy

Outlaw, outlaw, bring your mother fucking Mob
In the name of Makaveli the Don, the motherfuckin' Kadafi

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

At your grow dega, on your drow flavor
Spit some pimp shit dip with your old neighbor
(Come on)
And if you really some type 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 wanna see us in chain gangs
The hate for traitors, that's all a cop 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 might back into him

With nothin' to lose, I walk 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, like they've been payin' dues
I put the heat to 'em, tell them niggaz kick off shoes

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

Leave you in pray, gotta give you a napkin to wipe shit up
After the fact, holdin' in time, shit up for lit up, high drilly and
Yeah, nigga you know the mix-up, we that for real
Mob for real, it be kill or be killed, so we drawin' that steel
I'm lovin' the rush, Essex doublin' us, fuckin' with us
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
We ownin' enough, them is bust

Murder easy for dummies before you pull the trigger
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 in the face and that's that

Well, you at then when 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 in the rain
Dirty ya joints poppin' you greasy burger en-flamed

Every I drop's another small piece of the pain
Shit'll be the same after we got burned
Niggaz is out and yo there's nowhere to turn
Like adjourned without a quarter to burn
Short of return to the same 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 starved without a partner, pitchin' is
Listen, my jaw, to the right position tomorrow
Is mission impose? I be really my eyes
Niggaz kill me when they nod like they alive

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

Wait for my shit to and it's murder she wrote
Forgot to pull it and I got enough to go around
For everybody challengin', guns, never silence, I'm still
Like Allen and Mister Jeru, well it's mob, all deep shit
You can keep it, fuck frontin', I ain't never a secret

My dog's swift, doin' the hard in the jail, I'm still sendin' the mail
We livin' in Hell, my mom dukes me, 'life is what you make it
So watch yours close and the Outlawz will fuck and take it'
I got these spinks payin' a hundred a gram, for half
I'll get 'em for thirty, that's why I dump at

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

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 night and we run through your chest, got a
With name on her breast up to set up your death
We watch your ass for ten 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 niggaz think they saw a ghost
You untouchable niggaz don't even we so close
(Right to you nigga)
Coast to coast, we spread so

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

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

Murder made easy for dummies before you the trigger
Hit his pockets, take all his money, 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