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 niggaz, my fast niggaz
I see you Hat! Uh, Ah aha!
It's time to take it to niggaz right here
Yeah, yo, yo

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

See me posted up in the Tunnel, with my out
Ice cold Alaska when I pass ya
Got girls shakin', losin' they breath, as if they asthma
to the bar to pop some bottles
Now we in the car headed home to rock models
All I hear in the background is Gucci and
But I'm tryin' to gas these bitches to me for Nada
We the that done it, confess you fronted
Anybody wanna test how much straps, you it?

Aiyyo the gangsta's
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

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

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

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

the kid is back
Leave it where you at
Let a real nigga hold that, you won't clap
them thug niggaz, move it on back
I'm tight and I'm hot
Ready to pop the crack right 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' rosary beads, on ya candle while it's burnin'
Rush ya widows crib and pop ya,
Now I know you can feel the I generate
Imagine when I ya stomach, and make ya body's center bake
We can argue for days, whether it's faster to drop shots
In ya before you cloud the stash box

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

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

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