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 dyin' bad, don't tell my folks, I wasn't no when I blasted
Wrap me up in camoflauge, and put that tank on my

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

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

Fuckas, I cross my heart and pull the
Dear God if I die, let me see the eyes of my
So I can haunt that nigga, poppa shot me through the
He knew 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 sick and of tellin' you niggas
I'm not that nigga to play
They thinkin' that they can 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
look 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"
That was me whippin' the 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 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, shit's
On the battlefield, on the

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

I was born a soldier, mama will 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, 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, ghetto shell shocked
Camoflauged down, soldier rebound, off the block, what?