Luyện nghe bài hát Murder Man

(Pastor Troy)
ooh, ooh, ooh
yeah, this for da in the ATL,
them fake a** chains,
For all the flexy a** ni**az comin' Atlanta,
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iiiii'm comin, 2 50 in hand,
long ni**a da taliban,
i'll murda man, i'm to murk somethin,
aint no chuck e cheese,
i'm tryin to somethin',
These ni**az claimin G's, they run the south, please..
How you run this sh** in them butt caprice,
Atleast you know bout' my thrown,
the P the T the R the O the Y,
ni**a i'm so fly me jet,
off in the ocean still aint wet,
I I mothafu**in ball betta ax em,
catch a ni**a sh**,
blast em,
Murda, M - U - R - D - A,
i'm pumpin gats at in the way,
I got the gunplay, don't they understand,
don't think they wanna fu** the Murda Man.

I don't think they wanna with the murda man, fu** with the murda man
with the murda man
(well ah haaaa) (x 4)
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trippin',
not crunk,
yall' ni**az gonna me pop tha trunk,
I remember way back in the day, when the ATL was'nt gettin no play,
then I out, drop, we ready,
ni**az to bouncin',
dem box chevys,
But I guess was then,
This is now.... when I ya a** in the street, the guns plow,
I the heart,
I the Anger,
I the real,
I the danger,
I the cars,
I the dream,
I repect,
I'm my team,
it's PT, aka the Murda Man,
Ya in ya car,
My in my hand,
and you can ask Jan,
I shot a ran,
don't think you understand, i'm the Murda Man(haaaa)
Chours(x 4)

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spinnin',
my magazine,
I jump off in my limozine, and the scene,
aint the swat team,
this lil scrappy and them,
I love hard sh**,
and a platinum,
and lil jon', to be my homie, used to be my ace,
now I slap tha taste, out yo mouth,
ni**a down i'm a legend,
when u see me, keep steppin,
flexin... so what u got a A(ATL) Hat ni**a?
that don't sh**,
to a killa,
up Shay, what's up toadd,
On that air, park,
Murda, M - U - R - D - A,
i'm shots at whoever in my way,
my a.k.,
don't think understand.. But I don't think they wanna fu** with the Murda Man(haaaa)
Chorus(x 4)
(well ah haaaa)