Luyện nghe bài hát Suicide Or Murder

Suicide or
In this this they be glad to hang ya
Plus the galley man fi not to linger
Blow fast just 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 with sin ya

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thunder and
Lyrics like hot lead
Through the desert and in the
When I bust off shots I blow up

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

Suicide or
In this jungle this they be 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 back man he's gonna fi
Your is like a boss gun shot 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 you had a great survivor

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

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

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

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

Blood and holy fire turns to dawn
Killing smooth and silently the Rasta James Bond
Armed and dangerous, so grab pistols
But like an MX missile, rip right through you

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

or murder
In this jungle this they be to hang ya
Plus the man learn fi not to linger
fast 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 like a boss gun with sin ya