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
Squad up in this motherfucker
Where my real at?
My Bronx niggaz, my fast
I see you Hat! Uh, Ah aha!
time to take it to these niggaz right here
Yeah, yo, yo

Who wanna spaz out? Crunchtime, ya abs out
Leave you in the position, witcha ass out
Ready to mash out any crew actin'
the true facts of life, frontin' through the camera lights
Despite, we hold it regardless
I got Def Jam me like, "I wish you was my artist"
For starters, the largest cat?
Get a hundred grand from my garbage 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, my shines out
Ice cold like when I pass ya
Got girls shakin', losin' they breath, as if they catchin'
to the bar to pop some bottles
Now we in the car headed to rock some models
All I hear in the is Gucci and Prada
But I'm tryin' to gas these bitches to me for Nada
We the best done it, confess you fronted
Anybody wanna how much straps, you want it?

Aiyyo the gangsta's
it right where you at
Let a real rock real murderer rap
Tell them 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 of dope fiends catchin' AIDS infections
of us are dead, but the rest is locked
Runnin' in the rec and check me out on the box
A CEO could get optioned tryin' to the channel
It's tryna take the flesh outta the mouth of hungry cannibals
Joe the God, the flow is
Known for packin' two dozen like Noah's Ark

I'm the realest of 'em, make you feel the
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 just
I ask myself every day, how these faggots it?
around with the don and get decapitated
I'm sick of hearin 'em souls for all the cats made it

Aiyyo the back
Stop it where you at
Let a real nigga rock real rap
Tell them niggaz, listen 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 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 right through your back

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

Splash ya on ya birds' laps
Swerve you on the curb, crash the Range, and the front skirt back
And murk after that, blurtin' curse
Yo I popped that nigga's son one before we catch the
I'ma kill any murderer, a nigga burpin' up
Blood, chokin' on chunks of his lung
Every verse that I spit's a riff
I meet a ill key frontin', I'm a you shit

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

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

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