Luyện nghe bài hát The Corpse Came to Dinner

Its a must that I bust any strap you hand to me it's it runs in the
nigga in the town got pounds of beef threaten a niggas life make it
Sound so I peel em back like corn on the cob cap pillem make em sound
Like a on the job with a mak in the back pak hittin em off.
(bitch betta have my money, bitch my money? )
Sicmade till I die shit nobody saw so I was able to the bllod off the hall
Way walls I ain't got nothing to live for even trust a bitch might have to
Leave her I had to dig a ditch shit so rigoris dillin with
Haters,snitches,and bitches get there brains gone a new home, one life is
Gone and I'm on one check the clock and if these walls could talk
be shot I'm bout to go 51/50 got nobody with my stressed out like
Whitney,bobby brown,weed,and smoking newports no support by like to too
Short I keep it going shootin up force who in the sport wanna fuck me cum
On the courts rippin out insides stains on thangs thats when I ripin
Ride and I slipn slide throught the gardens with a t-shirt it wont hurt
Look at it this way 6 ft deep in the wont hurt flirtin with murda I leave
Em un heard of and I'm sick of your period pads all over your hands
Getting in the seat of the truck it's your choice dead or alive smuthered
And fried the way you
yo eyes in in disguse witha 9 tryin to take out yo spine nobdy no crime
Thro up that 6 and strike hard like a tek 9 no recovery you other g niggas
Beta duck leave you in tuxed up cycle off the wall like micheal perinoid
Cause I be blowin out that nitro all day everyday murder got you in glad
Bags headed frothe pad you can ask my dad I was a scanvenger 14 yrs old
Scabs graduated nigga meat but I don't wanna brag fuck jeffery dohmer he's a
Mothafuckn fag I got nigga nuts and guts in a bag draggin to the pad.
(zip lock,body bag,toe tag,wet t-shirt,black mask)2x
(corpse came to dinner)repeat 4 more x
Fuck under the influence I'm hella fucked up swervin down the freeway my
Cup tryin to tell you bout this rapper on the underbelly he ain't shit he
To be in the trunk smelly by me and my relly you never know though i
Got automagazines and that weak n-tro what you got against me you know i
Rip up turn them to minced meat so if you got some since beat it like
Raw eggs I used to have hella homies now they all hate but leave it alone
Im on my own like a voodoo nigga if a wanted to get ate what would you do
Nigga I was too cool with a group of niggas and tripped on me gave em a
Little nit of fame then they dipped on me but you it's all in the game tell
A crip hommie to hit em a slug at they brain thats what you get from me
Crash dummie your careers defected and you ain't sold a record last i
Checked it you just knockn I fell disrespected now yo neck got
Disconnected by the lynch hung ahh I leave emm red and don't eat the
let the tek spi
T and chop niggas to the ground like judge dred comeing through the door
Looking just like the feds and you call yo a rap vet get out the bed and
Let me fuck her like she should be all in the butt with a 9 milli
Swallowing nut and you can see me in black clothes from the back dont
Know how to act black blankets of macs I usem as nut sacs and full body
Sacs bet not let yo daughter out end up in the house chockin and
chest open and bleedin and I'm fucking her from the back and I hope that
You see it.