Luyện nghe bài hát Murder Marcyville (South Philly Niggaz)

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

1]
Check the four corners of the I'm a man of respect
Marcy projects muthafucka I'm the man of
Ya'll niggaz fucked up and called in the cleaners
J.O. you not a felon you a
let the mean hit you and split your beamer
Fuck the with you and hit yo team up
Ya'll is hurt and that publicity stunt is not workin'
Ya a bad situation worse and
Ya'll wanna see me I just like rider
You fuckas better stop the
How the you gone try us
You deny us of a dollar
the ROC bitch HOLLA!
Beef ain't to a boss
you crossed the line
The go out kick in yo doors
Wavin' the 4 4's all I was
Jigga I want it no more

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

2]
You heard a fronted on Bleek
Word...Nigga...Never fronted on Bleek
If it's written I wrote it, you it I spoke it
So never forget told ya
I'm from Murda Murda
When ya'll look in the mirror do see wills
See through Passat
Ya'll like q-tip cotton
Ya'll ain't hardly real
Ya boys spit on impulse will
If I smack kid you'll probably squeal
So open the Hydro we still
And we clear out the like a fire drill
And too long for ya'll to fold
You know to catch a case to me is like a common
So get guns you ain't ready for war
You know the R-O-C is for ya'll

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

3]
I'm in a zone you done disturbed the peace
I try to and still got word off the streets and
You frail bastards to get your name back
You ain't achieved since you got your name in rap
We can't be misjudged you hate us in the lyrics
'cause fifth slugs will holes in your spirit
And it's rap turned ya'll to kill and hustle
Knowin' ya'll gone snitch if a hot one you
Talk that gangsta and be a gangsta slain
These NY MP bang
How you talk real but you yo click to live
All I need is the fifth and two to give
Cheater keep the unstained
For ya'll 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 that tear through all the trucks

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