Luyện nghe bài hát Murder Rap

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

Who wanna out? Crunchtime, blow ya abs out
Leave you in the fetal position, ass out
Ready to out any crew actin' like
They the 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, who's the largest
Get a hundred from my most garbage rap
Now how hard is Everything we spit be hot
Whether it's live on Flex or in of the chicken spot
Grimed out, we really what you rhyme 'bout

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

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

I'm from my days and legends, since age
I was the of dope fiends catchin' AIDS infections
Most of us are dead, but the is locked
Runnin' in the rec room and me out on the box
A CEO could get optioned to change the channel
It's like tryna take the outta the mouth of hungry cannibals
Joe the God, the flow is
Known for 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, ya leather
You niggaz me, beat you out of the mix
Tough talk, tough walk, but you cry like a
I see you downin' the Cris', I'm not hatin', I'm aggrevated
I ask every day, how these faggots made it?
Fuck around with the don and get
I'm of hearin 'em souls for all the cats that made it

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

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

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

Splash ya brains on ya birds'
Swerve you on the curb, the Range, and push the front skirt back
And murk after that, curse words
Yo I popped that nigga's son one before we catch the
I'ma kill any murderer, leave a nigga up
Blood, chokin' on chunks of his lung
Every verse 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 they
Motivator thug, scrape 'em, shoot the bolts in his
Energizin 'em up, 'em wanna open 'em up
like I can't happen till I smack him in his Adam's apple
Death to rappin', I don't battle
I'd rather your studio session and shatter the booth
Clap at ya face, give the mic feedback the

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

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