Luyện nghe bài hát Murder Made Easy

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

Everybody wanna know how I my life
(Pucka)
Where's my
(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 drow flavor
Spit some pimp shit then dip with your old
(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

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

We live stool pigeons 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 you wanna say, "What's fuckin' with Smooth"
(Yo, what's with that nigga?)
I'm sick of these crews, actin' like they've been payin'
I put the heat to 'em, them niggaz kick off they shoes

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

Leave you in pray, gotta give you a napkin to wipe that up
After the fact, in time, shit up for lit up, high drilly and shit
Yeah, nigga you know the mix-up, we that 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 ownin' enough, rollers is bust

Murder easy for dummies 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 he's
And hit him once in the face and that's

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' like you greasy burger

Every verse I drop's another piece of the pain
Shit'll never be the same after we got
Niggaz is out and yo there's nowhere to turn
Like court adjourned a quarter to burn
Short of return to the game in order to earn
Y'all niggaz don't learn, I concerned by far

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

You ain't shit without your homeboys, ain't 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
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 enough to go
For everybody challengin', guns, never silence, I'm still
Like Allen and Mister Jeru, well it's mob, all that shit
You can keep it, fuck frontin', I never kept a secret

My dog's swift, doin' the shift 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 around and take it'
I got these spinks a hundred a gram, fifty for half
I'll get 'em for thirty, why I dump at last

Murder made easy for dummies before you pull the
Hit his pockets, take all his money, first you be smart
Check his 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 and we run through your chest, got a bitch
With your name on her up to set up your death
We watch your ass for ten if we gots 'em
(Yeah)

the first mistake you make
(See them)
Mother we gots you
(Got 'em)
We do it so cold, we make niggaz think they saw a ghost
You untouchable niggaz even know we so close
(Right to you nigga)
to coast, we spread so rapidly

Man, the sittin' next to you answer to me
'Cause we can touch you 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 the ones that Pac left
We bang life, outlaw 'cause that's our job
(Yeah, yeah)
We backed by the Mob and we hittin' these niggaz hard so

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