Luyện nghe bài hát Murder Marcyville (South Philly Niggaz)

I'm Murda Murda Marcyville
My nigga you heard clap you, we certainly will
South Philly muthafuckas kill at
I bet the Mack milli make you (chilli chill)

1]
Check the four of the earth I'm a man of respect
Marcy projects muthafucka I'm the man of
Ya'll niggaz done up and called in the cleaners
J.O. you not a you a misdemeanor
Don't let the mean hit you and split beamer
Fuck the punks with you and hit yo up
Ya'll niggaz is hurt and that publicity is not workin'
Ya made a bad situation and
Ya'll wanna see me I just came rider
You fuckas better the ??????
How the fuck you try us
You deny us of a dollar
the ROC bitch HOLLA!
Beef nothing to a boss
Nigga you the line
The go out kick in yo doors
the 4 4's all I heard was
Jigga I don't it no more

I'm from Murda Marcyville
My nigga you we'll clap you, we certainly will
South Philly kill at will
I bet the Mack milli you niggas (chilli chill)

2]
You heard a nigga fronted on
Word...Nigga...Never on Bleek word
If it's I wrote it, you spit it I spoke it
So never Bleek told ya
I'm Murda Murda Marcyville
ya'll look in the mirror do ya'll see wills
See through your
Ya'll like q-tip cotton
Ya'll dudes hardly real
Ya boys spit on certainly will
If I smack kid you'll probably squeal
So open the we firin' still
And we clear out the building like a drill
And money too for ya'll to fold
You know to catch a case to me is a common cold
So get your you ain't ready for war
You know the R-O-C is strong for

I'm from Murda Marcyville
My nigga you heard clap you, we certainly will
South Philly muthafuckas kill at
I bet the Mack make you niggas (chilli chill)

3]
I'm in a zone you niggaz done the peace
I try to relax and still got off the streets and
You frail bastards tryin' to get name back
You ain't achieved since you got your name in rap
We can't be misjudged you hate us flows in the
'cause fifth slugs tear holes in your spirit
And it's like rap turned ya'll to kill and
Knowin' ya'll gone if a hot one touch you
Talk that gangsta and be a gangsta slain
NY MP gangstas bang
How you real but you need yo click to live
All I need is the fifth and two clips to
Cheater keep the ratchet
For it's where ever ya'll reign, put on your rain jackets
It's a ya'll ain't fit for draws wit us
And we pop with big guns that through all the trucks

I'm from Murda Marcyville
My you heard we'll clap you, we certainly will
South muthafuckas kill at will
I bet the Mack milli make you (chilli chill)
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