Luyện nghe bài hát Suicide Or Murder

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

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

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

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

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

Suicide or
In jungle this they be glad to hang ya
the galley man learn 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 back man he's gonna fi
Your head is like a boss gun shot sin ya

them, murder them
Test the most high, a suicide mission
MCs dead, all fled
Fearing the

and lightning
Lyrics hot lead showered
Through the and in the jungle
When I bust off shots I blow up

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

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

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

Yes, boy, we gonna life trife, uh
Juice get ame up a scuba diver
Whores get a west up and then wise up
Long time we dare you had a survivor

said you're 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 this they be glad 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 this new gun ya
Want to hold back man gonna fi linger
Your head is like a boss gun with sin ya

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

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

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

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

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