Luyện nghe bài hát Suicide Or Murder

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

Suicide or
Will this save you with this new gun ya
to hold back man he's gonna fi linger
Your head is like a 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 they shot a and me hurt defender
Word a liar then me kick like ninja
rob them cents bea wanna like bazooka
You say it sucks, gone get bunch harder

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

Suicide or
In this jungle this they be glad to ya
the galley man learn fi not to linger
Blow fast just like a gas
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 gun shot with sin ya

Murder them, them
Test the most high, it's a mission
MCs dead, all others
the power

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

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

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

Suicide or
Will save 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

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

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

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

or murder
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

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

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

Some rather die, then 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
Plus the galley man learn fi not to
fast just like a gas cylinder
And

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