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

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

See me up in the Tunnel, with my shines out
Ice cold like when I pass ya
Got girls shakin', losin' breath, as if they catchin' asthma
Headed to the bar to pop some
Now we in the car headed to rock 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
wanna test how much straps, you want it?

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

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

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

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

the kid is back
Leave it where you at
Let a real nigga hold that, you probably won't
them 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 and planets while they churnin'
Poppin' rosary beads, piss on ya candle it's burnin'
Rush ya widows and pop ya, bodies
Now I you can feel the heat I generate
Imagine when I penetrate ya stomach, and ya body's center bake
We can argue for days, whether faster to drop five shots
In ya astronaut before you the stash box

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

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

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

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