Luyện nghe bài hát Murder Rap

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

Who wanna spaz out? Crunchtime, ya abs out
Leave you in the position, witcha ass out
Ready to mash out any crew like
They the true of life, frontin' through the camera lights
Despite, we hold it down
I got Def Jam me like, "I wish you was my artist"
For starters, who's the largest
Get a hundred grand my most garbage rap
Now how is that? Everything we spit be hot
it's live on Flex 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 cold like Alaska I pass ya
Got girls shakin', losin' they breath, as if they asthma
Headed to the bar to pop bottles
Now we in the car home to rock some models
All I in the background is Gucci and Prada
But I'm tryin' to gas these bitches to screw me for
We the that done it, confess you fronted
wanna test how much straps, you want it?

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

I'm from my days and legends, since age
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 outta the mouth of hungry cannibals
Joe the God, the is hard
Known for packin' two dozen birds like Ark

I'm the of 'em, make you feel the pressure
Catch you at a club, smack you up, ya leather
You niggaz 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?
Fuck around the don and get decapitated
I'm sick of hearin 'em souls for all the cats that it

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

the kid is back
Leave it where you at
Let a real nigga hold that, you probably clap
them thug niggaz, move it on back
I'm tight and I'm hot
Ready to pop the crack right 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 they
Poppin' rosary beads, piss on ya while it's burnin'
Rush ya widows and pop ya, bodies
Now I know you can feel the heat I
Imagine when I penetrate ya stomach, and make ya center bake
We can argue for days, whether it's faster to five shots
In ya before you cloud the stash box

Splash ya on ya birds' laps
Swerve you on the curb, the Range, and push the front skirt back
And after 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, on chunks of his lung interior
Every verse that I spit's a personal
I a ill key frontin', I'm a murder you shit

play me while disturbin' the Bricks
I'm like the feelin' of the first they ever held a bird in they grip
Motivator thug, 'em, shoot the bolts in his butt
Energizin 'em up, make 'em open 'em up
Actin' like I happen till I smack him in his Adam's apple
to rappin', I don't wanna battle
I'd rather rush your session and shatter the booth
Clap at ya face, give the mic the goof

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

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