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 niggas make it
Sound so sweet I peel em back corn on the cob cap pillem make em sound
a whore 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 wipe the bllod off the
Way walls I ain't got nothing to for cant even trust a bitch might have to
Leave her alone I had to dig a ditch so rigoris dillin with
Haters,snitches,and bitches get there brains gone a new home, one life is
Gone and I'm on one the clock and if these walls could talk mothafuckas
Would be shot I'm bout to go 51/50 got nobody my stressed out like
Whitney,bobby brown,weed,and whisky newports no support by like 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 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 dirt hurt flirtin with murda I leave
Em un heard of and I'm sick of period pads drippin all over your hands
Getting in the back seat of the truck it's your dead or alive smuthered
And the way you betta
Uncover yo eyes in in witha 9 tryin to take out yo spine nobdy no crime
Thro up that 6 sign and strike 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 murder spray got you in glad
headed frothe pad you can ask my dad I was a scanvenger 14 yrs old eating
Scabs graduated from nigga meat but I don't wanna brag fuck jeffery dohmer 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 to dinner)repeat chorus 4 more x
Fuck under the I'm hella fucked up swervin down the freeway spillin my
Cup tryin to tell you this rapper on the underbelly he ain't shit he bout
To be in the trunk smelly by me and my relly you know 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 meat so if you got some since beat it
Raw eggs I used to have hella now they all hate but imma leave it alone
Im on my own like a nigga if a nigga wanted to get ate what would you do
Nigga I was too cool with a group of niggas and they on me gave em a
Little nit of fame they 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 I fell disrespected now yo neck got
by the lynch hung necklace ahh I leave emm red and don't eat the
let the tek spi
T and chop niggas down to the ground judge dred comeing through the door
Looking just like the and you call yo self a rap vet get out the bed and
Let me her like she should be fucked all in the butt with a 9 milli
Swallowing nut and you can see me in black clothes creepin the back dont
Know how to act black blankets full of macs I as nut sacs and full body
Sacs bet not let yo out end up in the slaughter house chockin and
chest open and bleedin and I'm fucking her from the back and I hope that
You see it.