Luyện nghe bài hát Suicide Or Murder

Suicide or
In this jungle this they be glad to ya
the galley man learn fi not to linger
Blow just like a gas cylinder
And

or murder
Will this you with this brand new gun ya
Want to hold back man gonna fi linger
Your is like a boss gun shot with sin ya

Yes, boy, you see me
Me not and me no surrender
Gun attack them like a rat in a blender
Gun shot, they get up me pull up get sent up

Heard shot a woman and me hurt defender
Word like a liar then me like ninja
Gonna rob them cents bea wanna like
You say it sucks, it's gone get bunch

Not ready to kill, ready your heena
This man from Rockport and then Reema
up

Suicide or
In jungle this they be glad to hang ya
Plus the galley man fi not to linger
Blow just like a gas cylinder
And

Suicide or
Will this save you with this new gun ya
Want to hold man he's gonna fi linger
Your head is like a boss gun shot sin ya

Murder them, murder
the most high, it's a suicide mission
MCs dead, all fled
Fearing the

Thunder and
Lyrics like hot lead
the desert and in the jungle
When I bust off shots I up spots

And competition humble
Guns rumble, bodies tumble but I be injured
When I the contenders, I escape like a ninja

or murder
In this this they be glad to hang ya
Plus the galley man learn fi not to
fast just like a gas cylinder
And

or murder
Will this save you with this new gun ya
to hold back man he's gonna fi linger
Your is like a boss gun shot with sin ya

Yes, boy, we drive life trife, uh
Juice get ame up like a scuba
Whores get a west up and then wise up
Long time we dare you had a great

Devil said wicked and your bud light's whiter
Kill or be and see the heart rise up
So just keep on killing, then fi ride up
Yes, boy

Suicide or
In this jungle this they be glad to ya
Plus the man learn fi not to linger
fast just like a gas cylinder
And

Suicide or
Will this save you with this new gun ya
Want to hold back man he's fi linger
Your head is like a boss gun with sin ya

When my mind spray, you must lay down get
Or snatch up your girl and your gun and shoot your way out the
When I fire, the lingo blows out your rib
You the sound and not because of old age

Blood splatters and fire turns to dawn
smooth and silently like the Rasta James Bond
Armed and dangerous, so grab your
But an MX missile, I'll rip right through you

rather die, then face a fate worse than hell
With a bounty on your hood and Killer on your tail

Suicide or
In this jungle this they be to hang ya
the galley man learn fi not to linger
Blow just like a gas cylinder
And

or murder
Will this save you this brand new gun ya
Want to hold back man he's fi linger
Your head is like a boss gun with sin ya