Luyện nghe bài hát Murder, Murder, Kill, Kill

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

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

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

Fuckas, I my heart and pull the trigger
God if I die, let me see the eyes of my killa
So I can that nigga, poppa shot me through the rubber
He knew that I would be a young bad muthafucka, 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 sick and tired of you niggas
I'm not that nigga to with
They thinkin' that can tell me whatever they want
And I gon say shit

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

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

Look at you now, I'm warnin' you
Wherever you fuck up there
I'm you down, I'm tellin' you
If we don't know you don't come round tank

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

Murda, murda, murda,
Kill, kill, kill,
Shit's real, shit's
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, mama will tell ya I never was fake, I was
I'm camouflaged and die, it been that way since I was l'il
murda, murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, real
You cross me wrong, don't I forgot ya, just waitin' on you to chill

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