Luyện nghe bài hát Murder Rap

Uh oh, uh oh
Let's get it over
Yo boy turn the levels up
get it over with, uh
Terror Squad up in 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 spaz 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, frontin' through the camera
Despite, we hold it down
I got Def Jam me like, "I wish you was my artist"
For starters, who's the cat?
Get a hundred grand from my garbage rap
Now how is that? Everything we spit be hot
Whether it's on Flex or in front of the chicken spot
Grimed out, we live what you rhyme 'bout

See me up in the Tunnel, with 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 bottles
Now we in the car headed home to rock models
All I hear in the background is and Prada
But I'm tryin' to gas bitches to screw me for Nada
We the that done it, confess you fronted
Anybody wanna test how straps, you want it?

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

I'm from my and legends, since age eleven
I was the cause of dope catchin' AIDS infections
Most of us are dead, but the rest is
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 flesh outta the mouth of hungry
Joe the God, the flow is
Known for packin' two dozen like Noah's Ark

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

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

Aiyyo the kid is
it right where 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 through back

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

ya brains on ya birds' laps
Swerve you on the curb, crash the Range, and push the skirt back
And murk that, blurtin' curse words
Yo I popped that son one before we catch the first
I'ma kill any murderer, leave a burpin' up
Blood, chokin' on 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 a bird in they grip
Motivator thug, scrape 'em, the bolts in his butt
'em up, make 'em wanna open 'em up
Actin' I can't happen till I smack him in his Adam's apple
to rappin', I don't wanna battle
I'd rather rush your session and shatter the booth
Clap at ya face, give the mic feedback the

Aiyyo the gangsta's
Stop it right you at
Let a real nigga rock 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 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