Luyện nghe bài hát Murder Rap

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

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

See me posted up in the Tunnel, my shines out
Ice cold like Alaska when I 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 some models
All I in the background is Gucci and Prada
But I'm tryin' to gas these bitches to screw me for
We the best done it, confess you fronted
Anybody wanna test how straps, you want it?

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

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

I'm the of 'em, make you feel the pressure
you at a club, smack you up, steal ya leather
You niggaz soften me, you out of the mix
Tough talk, walk, but you cry like a bitch
I see you downin' the Cris', I'm not hatin', I'm just
I ask myself every day, how faggots made it?
Fuck around the don and get decapitated
I'm sick of hearin 'em for all the cats that 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 really bringin' it back

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

That's how Kenny rocks, I'm advanced than how your learnin'
I'm like the force of balance and planets while they churnin'
Poppin' rosary beads, piss on ya candle while burnin'
Rush ya widows crib and pop ya,
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 faster to drop five
In ya before you cloud the stash box

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

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

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

the kid is back
Leave it right you at
Let a real nigga hold that, you probably clap
Tell them niggaz, move it on back
I'm feelin' and I'm hot
Ready to pop the crack right your back