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 Squad up in motherfucker
my real niggaz at?
My Bronx niggaz, my fast
I see you Hat! Uh, Ah aha!
time to take it to these niggaz right here
Yeah, yo, yo

Who wanna spaz Crunchtime, blow ya abs out
you in the fetal position, witcha ass out
Ready to mash out any crew actin'
They the true facts of life, frontin' through the camera
Despite, we hold it regardless
I got Def Jam me like, "I wish you was my artist"
For starters, who's the largest
Get a grand 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 shakin', losin' they breath, as if they catchin' asthma
Headed to the bar to pop some
Now we in the car home 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 best that it, confess you fronted
Anybody wanna how much straps, you want it?

Aiyyo the back
Stop it right you at
Let a real nigga rock real rap
Tell them thug niggaz, to that
Gotchu feelin' it like 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 could get optioned tryin' to the channel
It's like tryna take the outta the mouth of hungry cannibals
Joe the God, the flow is
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 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 just
I ask every day, how these faggots made it?
Fuck around the don and get decapitated
I'm sick of hearin 'em souls for all the 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 like Joe the really bringin' it back

Aiyyo the kid is
Leave it where 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 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' rosary beads, piss on ya candle while burnin'
Rush ya crib and pop ya, bodies
Now I know you can feel the 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 on ya birds' laps
Swerve you on the curb, crash the Range, and push the front back
And murk after that, curse words
Yo I that nigga's son one before we catch the first
kill any murderer, leave a nigga burpin' up
Blood, on chunks of his lung interior
Every verse that I spit's a riff
I meet a ill key frontin', I'm a murder you

Niggaz play me while disturbin' the
I'm like the feelin' of the first time they ever held a bird in grip
Motivator thug, scrape 'em, shoot the in his butt
Energizin 'em up, 'em wanna open 'em up
Actin' like I happen till I smack him in his Adam's apple
Death to rappin', I wanna battle
I'd rather rush your studio and shatter the booth
Clap at ya face, give the mic the goof

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

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