Luyện nghe bài hát Murder Rap

Uh oh, uh oh
Let's get it over
Yo sound boy turn the up
Let's get it with, uh
Terror up in this motherfucker
Where my niggaz at?
My Bronx niggaz, my fast
I see you Hat! Uh, Ah aha!
time to take it to these niggaz right here
Yeah, yo, yo

Who wanna spaz Crunchtime, blow ya abs out
Leave you in the position, witcha ass out
Ready to mash out any actin' like
the true facts of life, frontin' through the camera lights
Despite, we hold it down
I got Def Jam suckin' me like, "I you was my artist"
For starters, who's the cat?
Get a hundred grand my most garbage rap
Now how hard is that? Everything we be hot
Whether it's live on or in front of the chicken spot
Grimed out, we live what you rhyme 'bout

See me up in the Tunnel, with my shines out
Ice cold like Alaska I pass ya
Got girls shakin', losin' they breath, as if catchin' asthma
Headed to the bar to pop some
Now we in the car headed home to rock models
All I in the background is Gucci and Prada
But I'm tryin' to gas these bitches to me for Nada
We the that done it, confess you fronted
Anybody test how much straps, you want it?

Aiyyo the gangsta's
Stop it where you at
Let a real rock real murderer rap
them thug niggaz, listen to that
Gotchu feelin' it hard like Joe the God's really bringin' it

I'm my days and legends, since age eleven
I was the of dope fiends catchin' AIDS infections
Most of us are dead, but the is locked
Runnin' in the rec and check me out on the box
A CEO get optioned tryin' to change the channel
It's tryna take the flesh outta the mouth of hungry cannibals
Joe the God, the is hard
for packin' two dozen birds like Noah's Ark

I'm the realest of 'em, make you the pressure
Catch you at a club, smack you up, steal ya
You niggaz me, beat you out of the mix
Tough talk, tough walk, but you cry a bitch
I see you the Cris', I'm not hatin', I'm just aggrevated
I ask myself day, how these faggots made it?
Fuck around with the don and get
I'm sick of hearin 'em souls for all the cats made it

Aiyyo the back
it right where you at
Let a real nigga rock real rap
Tell them niggaz, listen to that
Gotchu feelin' it hard like Joe the God's really it back

Aiyyo the kid is
Leave it where you at
Let a real hold that, you probably won't clap
Tell them niggaz, move it on back
I'm feelin' and I'm hot
Ready to pop the crack right through your

That's how Kenny rocks, I'm more advanced how your learnin'
I'm like the of space balance and planets while they churnin'
Poppin' rosary beads, piss on ya while it's burnin'
Rush ya widows and pop ya, bodies
Now I know you can feel the heat I
Imagine when I penetrate ya stomach, and ya body's center bake
We can argue for days, whether faster to drop five shots
In ya astronaut before you cloud the box

Splash ya brains on ya laps
Swerve you on the curb, crash the Range, and push the front skirt
And murk that, blurtin' curse words
Yo I popped that nigga's son one before we the first
kill any murderer, leave a nigga burpin' up
Blood, on chunks of his lung interior
Every verse that I spit's a riff
I meet a ill key frontin', I'm a you shit

play me while disturbin' the Bricks
I'm like the feelin' of the first time they held a bird in they grip
Motivator thug, scrape 'em, shoot the bolts in his
Energizin 'em up, make 'em open 'em up
like I can't happen till I smack him in his Adam's apple
Death to rappin', I don't wanna
I'd rather rush studio session and shatter the booth
Clap at ya face, the mic feedback the goof

Aiyyo the back
it right where you at
Let a real nigga real murderer rap
Tell them thug niggaz, listen to
Gotchu feelin it hard like Joe the God's really it back

the kid is back
Leave it where you at
Let a real nigga that, you probably won't clap
Tell them thug niggaz, move it on
I'm tight and I'm hot
Ready to pop the crack right your back