Luyện nghe bài hát Suicide Or Murder

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

Suicide or
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 with sin ya

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

Heard they shot a woman and me defender
Word like a then me kick like ninja
rob them cents bea wanna like bazooka
You say it sucks, it's gone get bunch

Not to kill, then 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 just like a gas cylinder
And

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

Murder them, murder
Test the most high, it's a mission
MCs dead, all fled
Fearing the

and lightning
Lyrics hot lead showered
Through the desert and in the
When I bust off shots I up spots

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

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

or murder
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

Yes, boy, we gonna life trife, uh
get ame up like a scuba diver
Whores get a west up and maybe wise up
Long time we you had a great survivor

Devil said you're wicked and your bud whiter
Kill or be killed and see the rise up
So just keep on killing, fi gonna ride up
Yes, boy

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

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

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

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

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

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

or murder
Will this 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