Luyện nghe bài hát Suicide Or Murder

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

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

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

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

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

Suicide or
In this jungle this be glad to hang ya
the galley man learn fi not to linger
Blow fast 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 a boss gun shot with sin ya

Murder them, them
Test the most high, a suicide mission
MCs dead, all others
Fearing the

and lightning
Lyrics like hot lead
the desert and in the jungle
When I bust off I blow up spots

And turns humble
Guns rumble, bodies but I can't be injured
When I kill the contenders, I like a ninja

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

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

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

Devil you're wicked and your bud light's whiter
or be killed and see the heart rise up
So keep on killing, then fi gonna ride up
Yes, boy

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

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

When my mind spray, you must lay get flat
Or snatch up your girl and your gun and your way out the back
When I fire, the lingo out your rib cage
You retire the and not because of old age

Blood splatters and holy fire to dawn
Killing smooth and silently like the Rasta Bond
and dangerous, so grab your pistols
But like an MX missile, I'll rip through you

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

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

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