Luyện nghe bài hát Murder Made Easy

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

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

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

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

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

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

What you do in the position when it's us against you?
That Teflon fucker, can your head take two?
Shut the fuck up 'fore your luck's up, what you do
your 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 that shit up
the fact, holdin' in time, shit 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 county doublin' us, with us
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
We ownin' enough, rollers is bust

Murder made easy for dummies 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 see that we was close
Yo box, watch 'em, now they all Champaign ballin'
Yeah, nigga fall in the rain
Dirty ya poppin' like you greasy burger en-flamed

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

six bars like gem-star, stitches and scars
Niggaz dry snitchin', yo, intuition bizarre
Picture me starved a partner, pitchin' is hard
Listen, my jaw, to find the position tomorrow
Is mission impose? I be yellin' my eyes
Niggaz kill me when nod like they really alive

You ain't shit without your homeboys, ain't no grown 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
why I pop three in my throat

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

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

Murder made easy for 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

We catch at the stop light and do what's not right
It's worked for centuries to the OG's and gites
We seat night and we run through your chest, got a
With your name on her breast up to set up death
We watch your ass for ten months if we 'em
(Yeah)

the first mistake you make
(See them)
Mother we gots you
(Got 'em)
We do it so cold, we make your niggaz they saw a ghost
You niggaz don't even know we so close
(Right to you nigga)
Coast to coast, we so rapidly

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

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