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

Who spaz out? Crunchtime, blow ya abs out
you in the fetal position, witcha ass out
Ready to mash out any crew actin'
They the true 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, who's the cat?
Get a hundred grand from my most rap
Now how hard is that? Everything we be hot
Whether it's live on Flex or in front of the spot
Grimed out, we live what you rhyme 'bout

See me posted up in the Tunnel, my shines out
Ice cold like Alaska I pass ya
Got girls shakin', losin' they breath, as if they catchin'
to the bar to pop some bottles
Now we in the car headed home to rock models
All I in the background is Gucci and Prada
But I'm tryin' to gas these to screw me for Nada
We the best that done it, confess you
Anybody wanna test how straps, you want it?

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

I'm from my and legends, since age eleven
I was the cause of 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
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 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 rock murderer rap
Tell them thug niggaz, listen to
Gotchu feelin' it like Joe the God's really bringin' it back

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

That's how Kenny rocks, I'm more advanced than how learnin'
I'm like the force of space balance and planets while they
Poppin' rosary beads, piss on ya candle while it's
Rush ya widows and pop ya, bodies
Now I know you can feel the I generate
Imagine when I penetrate ya stomach, and make ya body's bake
We can argue for days, whether it's faster to drop shots
In ya astronaut you cloud the stash 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 nigga's son one before we catch the
I'ma kill any murderer, a nigga burpin' up
Blood, chokin' on chunks of his lung
verse that I spit's a personal riff
I meet a ill key frontin', I'm a you shit

Niggaz play me while the Bricks
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 wanna 'em up
Actin' like I can't happen I smack him in his Adam's apple
Death to rappin', I don't battle
I'd rather rush your studio and shatter the booth
Clap at ya face, give the mic feedback the

the gangsta's back
Stop it where you at
Let a nigga rock real murderer rap
them thug niggaz, listen 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 hold that, you probably clap
Tell them thug niggaz, it on back
I'm tight and I'm hot
Ready to pop the right through your back