Luyện nghe bài hát Murder Rap

Uh oh, uh oh
Let's get it with
Yo sound boy turn the up
get it over with, uh
Terror up in this motherfucker
my real niggaz at?
My Bronx niggaz, my fast
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 fetal position, ass out
Ready to mash out any crew actin'
They the true of life, frontin' through the camera lights
Despite, we hold it regardless
I got Def Jam me like, "I wish you was my artist"
For starters, the largest cat?
Get a hundred grand from my garbage rap
Now how is that? Everything we spit 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 Alaska when I pass ya
Got girls shakin', losin' they breath, as if they 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 tryin' to gas bitches to screw me for Nada
We the best that done it, you fronted
Anybody test how much straps, you want it?

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

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

I'm the of 'em, make you feel the pressure
you at a club, smack you up, steal ya leather
You soften me, beat you out of the mix
talk, tough walk, but you cry like a bitch
I see you downin' the Cris', I'm not hatin', I'm just
I ask myself day, how these faggots made it?
around with the don and get decapitated
I'm sick of hearin 'em souls for all the that made it

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

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

That's how Kenny rocks, I'm more advanced how your learnin'
I'm like the force of space balance and planets while churnin'
Poppin' rosary beads, piss on ya while it's burnin'
Rush ya crib and pop ya, bodies
Now I know you can the heat I generate
Imagine when I ya stomach, and make ya body's center bake
We can argue for days, whether it's faster to drop shots
In ya before you cloud the stash box

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

Niggaz me while disturbin' the Bricks
I'm the feelin' 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 till I smack him in his Adam's apple
Death to rappin', I wanna battle
I'd rather rush your studio session and the booth
Clap at ya face, the mic feedback the goof

Aiyyo the back
it right where you at
Let a real nigga rock murderer rap
Tell them niggaz, listen to that
Gotchu it hard like 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 thug niggaz, it on back
I'm feelin' and I'm hot
Ready to pop the crack right through your