Luyện nghe bài hát Murder Made Easy

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

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

At your grow dega, smokin' on your drow
Spit some pimp shit then dip 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 fuckin' way it

Jersey Mob, Outlaw, Akwylah
To my crew selling coke clinkin' cock
We in the game, eat the pain, maintain
All the wanna see us in chain gangs
The hate for traitors, all a cop thought off

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

With nothin' to lose, I walk clutchin' my tools?'
make you wanna say, "What's fuckin' 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 off they shoes

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

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

Murder made easy for dummies 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 once in the 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, 'em, now they all Champaign ballin' campaign
Yeah, nigga fall in the rain
Dirty ya joints poppin' like you greasy en-flamed

Every verse I drop's another piece of the pain
Shit'll never be the same after we got
Niggaz is burnt out and yo nowhere to turn
Like court adjourned without a quarter to
Short of to the same game in order to earn
niggaz don't learn, I ain't concerned by far

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

You ain't shit your homeboys, y'all ain't no grown boys
I feel it all and no voice, now you stuck no choice
Get on the ground, give up your property, it's monopoly
With Jersey Mob this time, they're ain't a mother fucker me
why I pop three in my throat

Wait for my shit to and it's murder she wrote
Forgot to pull it close and I got to go around
For everybody challengin', guns, never silence, I'm still
Like Allen and Jeru, well it's mob, all that deep shit
You can keep it, fuck frontin', I never kept a secret

My dog's swift, doin' the hard shift in the jail, I'm still sendin' the
We livin' in Hell, my mom dukes me, 'life is what you make it
So watch yours and the Outlawz will fuck around 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 before 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 and that's that

We niggaz at the stop light and do what's not right
It's worked for centuries to the and peace gites
We night and we run through your chest, got a bitch
With your 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 fucker we you
(Got 'em)
We do it so cold, we make your think they saw a ghost
You niggaz don't even know we so close
(Right to you nigga)
to coast, we spread so rapidly

Man, the niggaz next to you answer 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 plus the ones that Pac left
We bang thug life, 'cause that's our job
(Yeah, yeah)
We backed by the Mob and we these niggaz hard so what?

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