Luyện nghe bài hát Suicide Or Murder

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

Suicide or
Will save you with this brand new gun ya
Want to hold back man he's 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, they get up me pull up they get up

Heard they shot a 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 gone get harder

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

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

Murder them, murder
Test the 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 off shots I blow up spots

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

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

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

Yes, boy, we gonna drive trife, uh
get ame up like a scuba diver
Whores get a west up and then maybe up
Long time we dare you had a survivor

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

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

When my spray, you must lay down get flat
Or snatch up girl 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 splatters and holy fire turns to
Killing smooth and silently like the Rasta James
and dangerous, so grab your pistols
But like an MX missile, rip right through you

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

Suicide or
In this jungle they be glad to hang ya
Plus the galley man learn fi not to
Blow fast 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