Luyện nghe bài hát Murder Rap

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

Who wanna spaz out? Crunchtime, ya abs out
you in the fetal position, witcha ass out
Ready to out any crew actin' like
They the true facts of life, frontin' through the camera
Despite, we it down 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 is that? Everything we spit be hot
Whether live on Flex or in front of the chicken spot
Grimed out, we really what you rhyme 'bout

See me posted up in the Tunnel, with my out
Ice cold like Alaska I pass ya
Got girls shakin', losin' they breath, as if catchin' asthma
Headed to the bar to pop some
Now we in the car headed home to 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
wanna test how much straps, you want it?

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

I'm from my days and legends, age eleven
I was the cause of dope fiends catchin' AIDS
Most of us are dead, but the rest is
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 flow is
Known for packin' two birds like Noah's Ark

I'm the realest of 'em, make you the pressure
Catch you at a club, you up, steal ya leather
You soften me, beat 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 aggrevated
I ask myself day, how these faggots made it?
around with the don and get decapitated
I'm of hearin 'em souls for all the cats that made it

the gangsta's back
Stop it right 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

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

how Kenny rocks, I'm more advanced than how your learnin'
I'm like the force of space and planets while they churnin'
rosary beads, piss on ya candle while it's 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 for days, whether it's faster to drop five shots
In ya astronaut before you the stash box

Splash ya brains on ya laps
you on the curb, crash 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, on chunks of his lung interior
Every that I spit's a personal riff
I meet a ill key frontin', I'm a murder you

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

Aiyyo the back
it right where you at
Let a real nigga real murderer rap
Tell them thug niggaz, to that
feelin it hard like Joe the God's really bringin' it back

Aiyyo the kid is
Leave it where you at
Let a real nigga hold that, you probably clap
Tell them thug niggaz, it on back
I'm tight and I'm hot
Ready to pop the right through your back