Luyện nghe bài hát Murder Rap

Uh oh, uh oh
Let's get it with
Yo boy turn the levels up
Let's get it with, uh
Terror up in this motherfucker
Where my real at?
My niggaz, my fast 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
you in the fetal position, witcha ass out
Ready to mash out any crew actin'
They the true facts of life, frontin' the camera lights
Despite, we hold it regardless
I got Def Jam suckin' me like, "I 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
Whether it's live on Flex or in front of the chicken
Grimed out, we really what you rhyme 'bout

See me posted up in the Tunnel, with my 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 home to some models
All I hear in the background is and Prada
But I'm to gas these bitches to screw me for Nada
We the that done it, confess you fronted
Anybody test how much straps, you want it?

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

I'm my days and legends, since age eleven
I was the cause of fiends catchin' AIDS infections
Most of us are dead, but the is locked
in the rec room and check me out on the box
A CEO could get optioned tryin' to the channel
It's like take the flesh outta the mouth of hungry cannibals
Joe the God, the is hard
Known for two dozen birds like Noah's Ark

I'm the of 'em, make you feel the pressure
Catch you at a club, smack you up, steal ya
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 every day, how these faggots made it?
Fuck around with the don and get
I'm sick of hearin 'em souls for all the cats that it

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

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

That's how rocks, I'm more advanced than how your learnin'
I'm like the force of balance and planets while they churnin'
Poppin' 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 ya stomach, and make ya body's center bake
We can argue for days, whether it's faster to five shots
In ya before you cloud the stash box

ya brains on ya birds' laps
Swerve you on the curb, crash the Range, and the front skirt back
And murk after that, blurtin' words
Yo I that nigga's son one before we catch the first
I'ma kill any murderer, leave a nigga up
Blood, chokin' on chunks of his interior
Every verse that I spit's a personal
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 grip
Motivator thug, scrape 'em, shoot the in his butt
Energizin 'em up, make 'em wanna 'em up
Actin' like I can't happen 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
Clap at ya face, give the mic the goof

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

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