Luyện nghe bài hát Murder Rap

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

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

See me posted up in the Tunnel, my shines out
Ice cold like Alaska when I 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 rock some
All I hear in the is Gucci and Prada
But I'm to gas these bitches to screw me for Nada
We the best that done it, confess you
Anybody wanna how much straps, you want it?

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

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

I'm the of 'em, make you feel the pressure
Catch you at a club, smack you up, ya leather
You niggaz 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 the don and get decapitated
I'm of hearin 'em souls for all the cats that made it

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

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

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

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

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, 'em wanna open 'em up
Actin' I can't happen till I smack him in his Adam's apple
Death to rappin', I don't battle
I'd rather rush your session and shatter the booth
Clap at ya face, give the mic the goof

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

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