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)
Where's my
(Pucka)
my ice?
No matter now I answer then, feel my
You keep poppin' shit, pin my knights dying

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

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

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

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

would you do in the position when it's us against you?
That Teflon fucker, can your head take two?
Shut the up 'fore your luck's up, what you gonna do
When shit's up? Besides get dissed 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 that up
After the fact, holdin' in time, up for lit up, high drilly and shit
Yeah, you know the mix-up, we that squad for real
Jersey Mob for real, it be kill or be killed, so we drawin' that
I'm lovin' the rush, Essex doublin' us, fuckin' with us
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
We enough, them rollers is bust

Murder made easy for 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 once in the face and that

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

Every verse I drop's another small piece of the
Shit'll be the same after we got burned
Niggaz is burnt out and yo there's nowhere to
Like court adjourned without a to burn
of return to the same game in order to earn
Y'all niggaz don't learn, I ain't by far

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

You shit without your homeboys, y'all ain't no grown boys
I feel it all and no voice, now you stuck with no
Get on the ground, give up property, it's like monopoly
Jersey 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 murder she wrote
Forgot to pull it close and I got to go around
For everybody challengin', guns, never silence, I'm still
Like and Mister Jeru, well it's mob, all that deep shit
You can keep it, fuck frontin', I ain't never kept a

My swift, doin' the hard 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 payin' a hundred a gram, fifty for
I'll get 'em for thirty, that's why I dump at

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 once in the face and that's

We catch niggaz at the stop light and do not right
It's for centuries to the OG's and peace gites
We night and we run through your chest, got a bitch
your 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 niggaz think saw a ghost
You untouchable niggaz don't know 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 when we to
So your tongue, we listenin' closely, man
Y'all know have no one, we got plus the ones that Pac left

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

made 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 strapped
And hit him once in the and that's that