Luyện nghe bài hát Murder Rap

Uh oh, uh oh
Let's get it over
Yo sound boy turn the up
Let's get it 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
to mash out any crew actin' like
They the true facts of life, frontin' through the lights
Despite, we it down regardless
I got Def Jam me like, "I wish you was my artist"
For starters, the largest cat?
Get a grand from my most garbage rap
Now how hard is that? Everything we be hot
Whether it's live on Flex or in of the chicken spot
Grimed out, we really live you rhyme 'bout

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 they asthma
Headed to the bar to pop bottles
Now we in the car headed home to some models
All I hear in the is Gucci and Prada
But I'm tryin' to gas these bitches to screw me for
We the that done it, confess you fronted
Anybody test how much straps, you want it?

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

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 rest is
Runnin' in the rec and check me out on the box
A CEO get optioned tryin' to change the channel
like tryna take the flesh outta the mouth of hungry cannibals
Joe the God, the is hard
Known for packin' two dozen birds like Ark

I'm the realest of 'em, make you the pressure
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 a bitch
I see you the Cris', I'm not hatin', I'm just aggrevated
I ask myself every day, how these faggots it?
Fuck around the don and get decapitated
I'm of hearin 'em souls for all the cats that made it

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

Aiyyo the kid is
Leave it where you at
Let a real nigga hold that, you won't clap
Tell them thug niggaz, 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 than how learnin'
I'm like the force of space balance and planets they churnin'
Poppin' rosary beads, on ya candle while it's burnin'
Rush ya widows and pop ya, bodies
Now I know you can the heat I generate
Imagine when I penetrate ya stomach, and ya body's center bake
We can argue for days, whether it's faster to five shots
In ya astronaut before you the stash box

Splash ya on ya birds' laps
Swerve you on the curb, the Range, and push the front skirt back
And murk after that, blurtin' words
Yo I popped that son one before we catch the first
kill any murderer, leave a nigga burpin' up
Blood, chokin' on of his lung interior
Every verse that I spit's a personal
I meet a ill key frontin', I'm a murder you

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

Aiyyo the gangsta's
Stop it where you at
Let a real nigga rock murderer rap
Tell them thug niggaz, to that
feelin 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 feelin' and I'm hot
to pop the crack right through your back