Luyện nghe bài hát Murder Rap

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

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

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

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

I'm from my days and legends, age eleven
I was the of dope fiends catchin' AIDS infections
Most of us are dead, but the rest is
in the rec room 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 mouth of cannibals
Joe the God, the flow is
Known for packin' two dozen like Noah's Ark

I'm the realest of 'em, you feel 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 a bitch
I see you downin' the Cris', I'm not hatin', I'm just
I ask myself day, how these 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 real murderer rap
Tell them 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 nigga hold that, you probably won't clap
Tell them niggaz, move it on back
I'm tight and I'm hot
Ready to pop the crack through your back

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

Splash ya brains on ya laps
Swerve you on the curb, crash the Range, and push the 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 burpin' up
Blood, on chunks of his lung interior
Every verse that I spit's a personal
I meet a ill key frontin', I'm a you shit

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

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

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