Luyện nghe bài hát Murder Rap

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

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

See me posted up in the Tunnel, with my out
Ice cold like Alaska I pass ya
Got shakin', losin' they breath, as if they 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
Anybody wanna how much straps, you want it?

the gangsta's back
Stop it right you at
Let a nigga rock real murderer rap
Tell them niggaz, listen to that
Gotchu 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 get optioned tryin' to change the channel
It's like tryna take the flesh outta the mouth of hungry
Joe the God, the is hard
Known for packin' two birds like Noah's Ark

I'm the realest of 'em, you feel the pressure
you at a club, smack you up, steal ya leather
You niggaz soften me, 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 every day, how these 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 gangsta's
it right where you at
Let a real nigga real murderer rap
Tell thug niggaz, listen 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
Tell thug niggaz, move it on back
I'm feelin' and I'm hot
Ready to pop the crack right through 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' rosary beads, piss on ya candle while burnin'
Rush ya widows crib and pop ya,
Now I you can feel the heat I generate
Imagine when I penetrate ya stomach, and make ya center bake
We can argue for days, it's faster to drop five shots
In ya astronaut before you cloud the box

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

Niggaz play me while the Bricks
I'm like the of the first time they ever held a bird in they grip
Motivator thug, scrape 'em, shoot the in his butt
Energizin 'em up, 'em wanna open 'em up
Actin' like I can't happen till I him in his Adam's apple
Death to rappin', I wanna battle
I'd rather your 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 murderer rap
Tell them niggaz, listen to that
Gotchu feelin it hard like Joe the God's really bringin' it

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