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

Who wanna out? Crunchtime, blow ya abs out
Leave you in the position, witcha ass out
Ready to mash out any crew actin'
the true 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 cat?
Get a hundred from my most garbage rap
Now how is that? Everything we spit 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 like Alaska when I pass ya
Got girls shakin', losin' they breath, as if they catchin'
Headed to the bar to pop bottles
Now we in the car headed home to some models
All I in the background is Gucci and Prada
But I'm tryin' to gas these bitches to me for Nada
We the best done it, confess you fronted
Anybody wanna how much straps, you want it?

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

I'm my days and legends, since age eleven
I was the cause of dope fiends 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 take the flesh the mouth of hungry cannibals
Joe the God, the flow is
Known for packin' two dozen birds Noah's Ark

I'm the realest of 'em, make you feel the
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 like a
I see you downin' the Cris', I'm not hatin', I'm aggrevated
I ask myself every day, how these faggots it?
around with the don and get decapitated
I'm sick of hearin 'em for all the cats that made it

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

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

That's how Kenny rocks, I'm more advanced than how your
I'm the force of space balance and planets while they churnin'
rosary beads, piss on ya candle while it's burnin'
Rush ya widows and pop ya, bodies
Now I know you can the heat I generate
Imagine I penetrate ya stomach, and make ya body's center bake
We can for days, whether it's faster to drop five shots
In ya astronaut before you cloud the box

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

Niggaz me while disturbin' the Bricks
I'm like the feelin' of the first time they ever held a 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 smack him in his Adam's
Death to rappin', I don't wanna
I'd rather rush your studio and shatter the booth
at ya face, give the mic feedback the goof

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

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