Luyện nghe bài hát Murder Rap

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

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

See me up in the Tunnel, with my shines out
Ice cold Alaska when I pass ya
Got girls shakin', losin' they breath, as if catchin' asthma
to the bar to pop some bottles
Now we in the car headed home to rock some
All I hear in the is Gucci and Prada
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
Stop it right you at
Let a real nigga real murderer rap
them thug niggaz, listen to that
Gotchu feelin' it hard Joe the God's really bringin' it back

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 is locked
Runnin' in the rec and check me out on the box
A CEO could get optioned to change the channel
It's like take the flesh outta the mouth of hungry cannibals
Joe the God, the is hard
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, tough walk, but you cry a bitch
I see you downin' the Cris', I'm not hatin', I'm just
I ask every day, how these faggots made it?
Fuck around with the don and get
I'm sick of 'em souls for all the cats that made it

Aiyyo the gangsta's
Stop it where you at
Let a real rock real murderer 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 that, you probably won't clap
them thug niggaz, move it on back
I'm feelin' and I'm hot
Ready to pop the right through your back

That's how Kenny rocks, I'm more advanced than how your
I'm like the of space balance and planets while they churnin'
Poppin' beads, piss 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 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

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

Niggaz play me while disturbin' the
I'm like the feelin' of the first time they ever held a bird in they
thug, scrape 'em, shoot the bolts in his butt
Energizin 'em up, make 'em open 'em up
Actin' like I can't happen till I him in his Adam's apple
Death to rappin', I don't wanna
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 real murderer rap
Tell thug niggaz, listen to that
Gotchu feelin it hard like Joe the God's really it back

the kid is back
Leave it where you at
Let a real nigga hold that, you probably clap
Tell them thug niggaz, move it on
I'm tight and I'm hot
Ready to pop the right through your back