Luyện nghe bài hát Suicide Or Murder

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

Suicide or
Will this you with 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 retreat and me no
Gun attack them like a rat in a blender
Gun shot, get up me pull up they get sent up

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

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

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

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

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

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

And competition humble
Guns rumble, bodies tumble but I can't be
When I kill the contenders, I escape a ninja

Suicide or
In jungle 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 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 diver
Whores get a west up and then maybe up
time we dare you had a great survivor

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

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

or murder
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

my mind spray, you must lay down get flat
Or snatch up your girl and your gun and shoot your way out the
When I fire, the blows out your rib cage
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 like an MX missile, rip right through you

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

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