Luyện nghe bài hát Murder Rap

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

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

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

the gangsta's back
Stop it right you at
Let a real rock real murderer rap
Tell them niggaz, listen to that
Gotchu feelin' it hard Joe the God's really bringin' it back

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

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

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

the kid is back
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 through your back

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

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

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

Aiyyo the gangsta's
Stop it right you at
Let a real nigga rock real rap
Tell them thug niggaz, to that
feelin it hard like Joe the God's really bringin' it back

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