Luyện nghe bài hát The Corpse Came to Dinner

Its a must that I bust any strap you to me it's inherited it runs in the
Family nigga in the town got pounds of beef threaten a life make it
Sound so sweet I peel em back like corn on the cob cap pillem em sound
Like a whore on the job a mak in the back pak hittin em off.
(bitch betta have my money, where my money? )
Sicmade till I die nobody saw so I was able to wipe the bllod off the hall
Way walls I ain't got to live for cant even trust a bitch might have to
her alone I had to dig a ditch shit so rigoris dillin with
Haters,snitches,and bitches get there gone find a new home, one life is
Gone and I'm on one check the clock and if these walls talk mothafuckas
Would be shot I'm bout to go 51/50 got nobody my stressed out like
Whitney,bobby brown,weed,and whisky smoking newports no support by to too
Short I keep it going shootin up force who in the sport wanna with me cum
On the courts rippin out insides puttin stains on thangs thats I ripin
Ride and I slipn slide the gardens with a bloody t-shirt it wont hurt
Look at it way 6 ft deep in the dirt wont hurt flirtin with murda I leave
Em un heard of and I'm of your period pads drippin all over your hands
Getting in the back seat of the truck your choice dead or alive smuthered
And the way you betta
Uncover yo eyes in in disguse witha 9 tryin to take out yo spine no crime
up that 6 sign and strike hard like a tek 9 no recovery you other g niggas
Beta duck leave you in tuxed up cycle off the wall micheal always perinoid
Cause I be blowin out that nitro all day everyday murder got you in glad
Bags headed pad you can ask my dad I was a scanvenger 14 yrs old eating
Scabs graduated nigga meat but I don't wanna brag fuck jeffery dohmer he's a
Mothafuckn fag I got nuts and guts in a bag draggin them to the pad.
(zip lock,body bag,toe tag,wet t-shirt,black mask)2x
(corpse came to dinner)repeat chorus 4 x
Fuck under the I'm hella fucked up swervin down the freeway spillin my
Cup tryin to tell you bout this on the underbelly he ain't shit he bout
To be in the trunk smelly by me and my relly you never whatever though i
Got automagazines and that weak n-tro what you got me don't you know i
Rip niggas up turn them to minced so if you got some since beat it like
Raw eggs I to have hella homies now they all hate but imma leave it alone
Im on my own like a voodoo nigga if a nigga wanted to get ate what you do
Nigga I was too cool with a group of niggas and they on me gave em a
Little nit of fame then dipped on me but you know it's all in the game tell
A crip hommie to hit em with a slug at they thats what you get from me
Crash dummie careers defected and you ain't sold a record last time i
Checked it you just keep knockn I fell now yo neck got
Disconnected by the lynch hung necklace ahh I emm red and don't eat the
let the tek spi
T and chop niggas down to the ground like judge comeing through the door
Looking just the feds and you call yo self a rap vet get out the bed and
Let me fuck her she should be fucked all in the butt with a 9 milli
Swallowing nut and you can see me in black clothes creepin from the back
Know how to act black blankets full of macs I usem as nut and full body
Sacs bet not let yo daughter out end up in the slaughter house and
Spittin chest open and bleedin and I'm fucking her from the and I hope that
You see it.