Luyện nghe bài hát Murder Man

(Pastor Troy)
ooh, ooh, ooh
yeah, this for da in the ATL,
With 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,
this aint no e cheese,
i'm tryin to somethin',
ni**az claimin G's, claimin' they run the south, please..
How you run this in them butt fu** caprice,
Atleast you outta know my thrown,
the P the T the R the O the Y,
i'm so fly call me jet,
jump off in the ocean still wet,
I flex I mothafu**in betta ax em,
a ni**a talkin sh**,
motherfu**in em,
Murda, M - U - R - D - A,
i'm pumpin at whoever in the way,
I got the gunplay, think they understand,
don't they wanna fu** with the Murda Man.

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

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spinnin',
my magazine,
I off in my limozine, and fleet the scene,
aint the swat team,
this aint' lil and them,
I love hard sh**,
and a platinum,
and lil jon', used to be my homie, to be my ace,
now I wanna 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 mean sh**,
to a killa,
up Shay, what's up toadd,
On air, shady park,
Murda, M - U - R - D - A,
i'm shots at whoever in my way,
my a.k.,
don't think they understand.. But I don't think wanna fu** with the Murda Man(haaaa)
Chorus(x 4)
(well ah haaaa)