Luyện nghe bài hát Murder, Murder, Kill, Kill

Soldier rag on my eye, fit on my frame
I scream, "Whoa", when I come through makin' MAC-11 sang
If I'm dyin' bad, don't tell my folks, I no joke when I blasted
Wrap me up in camoflauge, and put that tank on my

That nigga was hip hop, nigga was gangsta
That nigga was tall, that was slim
nigga was shell shocked
You wouldn't want with him

I hung with killas, I with soldiers
I hung Gs, I hung with thugs
I hung with them
Who probably wanted to me

Fuckas, I cross my and pull the trigger
God if I die, let me see the eyes of my killa
So I can haunt nigga, poppa shot me through the rubber
He that I would be a young bad muthafucka, when I

Murda, murda, murda,
Kill, kill, kill,
Shit's real, shit's
On the battlefield, on the

Murda, murda, murda,
Kill, kill, kill,
Shit's real, shit's
On the battlefield, on the

I said, I'm and tired of tellin' you niggas
I'm not that nigga to play
thinkin' that they can tell me whatever they want
And I ain't gon say

I I'm supposed to be lettin' you call me bitches
And hoes to my
Just at ya, let ya fuck over me, ignore ya
go by my way

Cut it out, stop that, ya got that feelin'
However, wherever, whenever ya ready, I'm that
You said, "Fuck No Limit", then the thing you heard was "Ow"
That was me the fuck out that bitch in the Waffle House

at you now, I'm warnin' you nigga
Wherever you up right there
I'm you down, I'm tellin' you
If we don't know you don't come round that

Or No Limit gon clown, I fuck yo ass balls as big as Godzilla
lizard, lizard, lizard, I'm comin' to get ya
When I catch ya, you can betcha, gon spill
murda, murda, murda, kill, kill,

Murda, murda, murda,
Kill, kill, kill,
Shit's real, real
On the battlefield, on the

Murda, murda, murda,
Kill, kill, kill,
real, shit's real
On the battlefield, on the

I was born a soldier, will tell ya I never was fake, I was real
I'm camouflaged and never die, it been that way I was l'il
murda, murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, it's
You cross me wrong, don't think I forgot ya, waitin' on you to chill

You started beef with the Assassin, when you see me you be blastin'
Ain't no for the other side, 'cause I get all up in the ass and
Operation uptown, ghetto shell shocked
down, soldier rebound, straight off the block, what?