Luyện nghe bài hát Murder Rap

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

Who wanna spaz Crunchtime, blow ya abs out
Leave you in the fetal position, ass out
Ready to mash out any crew actin'
They the true facts of life, frontin' through the lights
Despite, we hold it down
I got Def Jam suckin' me like, "I you was my artist"
For starters, who's the largest
Get a grand from my most garbage rap
Now how hard is Everything we spit be hot
it's live on Flex or in front of the chicken spot
Grimed out, we really live what you rhyme

See me posted up in the Tunnel, with my out
Ice cold like when I pass ya
Got girls shakin', losin' they breath, as if catchin' asthma
to the bar to pop some 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 to screw me for Nada
We the that done it, confess you fronted
Anybody wanna test how much straps, you it?

Aiyyo the back
it right where 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

I'm from my days and legends, since age
I was the cause of dope fiends catchin' 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 is hard
Known for packin' two birds like Noah's Ark

I'm the realest of 'em, make you feel the
Catch you at a club, smack you up, ya leather
You niggaz soften me, 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 aggrevated
I ask myself every day, how these faggots it?
Fuck around the don and get decapitated
I'm sick of 'em souls for all the cats that made it

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

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

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

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

Niggaz play me while disturbin' the
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, 'em wanna open 'em up
Actin' like I can't happen till I smack him in his apple
to rappin', I don't wanna battle
I'd rather rush studio session and shatter the booth
Clap at ya face, the mic feedback the goof

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

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