Luyện nghe bài hát Murder Rap

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

Who wanna spaz Crunchtime, blow ya abs out
Leave you in the fetal position, ass out
Ready to mash out any crew actin'
They the true facts of life, through the camera lights
Despite, we hold it down
I got Def Jam me like, "I wish you was my artist"
For starters, who's the largest
Get a grand from my most 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 live what you rhyme 'bout

See me posted up in the Tunnel, my shines out
Ice cold like 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 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
wanna test how much straps, you want it?

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

I'm from my days and legends, age eleven
I was the cause of 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 like tryna take the flesh outta the mouth of hungry
Joe the God, the is hard
for packin' two dozen birds 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
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 faggots made it?
Fuck around with the don and get
I'm sick of hearin 'em for all the cats that made it

Aiyyo the 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 where 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 through your back

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

Splash ya brains on ya laps
Swerve you on the curb, crash the Range, and push the front back
And murk after that, curse words
Yo I popped that nigga's son one before we the first
I'ma any murderer, leave a nigga burpin' up
Blood, chokin' on chunks of his lung
Every verse I spit's a personal riff
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 bolts in his
Energizin 'em up, make 'em open 'em up
like I can't happen till I smack him in his Adam's apple
Death to rappin', I don't battle
I'd rush your studio session and shatter the booth
Clap at ya face, the mic feedback the goof

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

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