Luyện nghe bài hát Murder Rap

Uh oh, uh oh
Let's get it with
Yo sound boy turn the up
Let's get it with, uh
Terror Squad up in this
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 spaz out? Crunchtime, blow ya abs out
Leave you in the position, witcha ass out
Ready to out any crew actin' like
They the true facts of life, frontin' the camera lights
Despite, we hold it down
I got Def Jam me like, "I wish you was my artist"
For starters, the largest cat?
Get a hundred grand my most garbage rap
Now how is that? Everything we spit be hot
it's live on Flex or in front of the chicken spot
Grimed out, we really live you rhyme 'bout

See me posted up in the Tunnel, my shines out
Ice like Alaska when I pass ya
Got shakin', losin' they breath, as if they catchin' asthma
Headed to the bar to pop bottles
Now we in the car headed to rock some models
All I hear in the background is and Prada
But I'm tryin' to gas these bitches to me for Nada
We the best that done it, 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 bringin' it back

I'm from my days and legends, age eleven
I was the cause of dope fiends catchin' AIDS
of us are dead, but the rest is locked
Runnin' in the rec and check me out on the box
A CEO could get tryin' to change the channel
It's like tryna take the flesh outta the 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 feel the
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 a bitch
I see you downin' the Cris', I'm not hatin', I'm just
I ask myself every day, how these 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
Stop it right you at
Let a real nigga rock real rap
them thug niggaz, listen to that
Gotchu feelin' it hard like Joe the God's bringin' it back

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

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

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

Niggaz me while 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, 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 battle
I'd rather your studio session and shatter the booth
Clap at ya face, the mic feedback the goof

Aiyyo the back
Stop it where you at
Let a real nigga rock real rap
Tell them thug niggaz, to that
Gotchu it hard like 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