Luyện nghe bài hát The Corpse Came to Dinner

Its a that I bust any strap you hand to me it's inherited it runs in the
Family nigga in the town got pounds of beef threaten a niggas make it
so sweet I peel em back like corn on the cob cap pillem make em sound
Like a whore on the job a mak in the back pak hittin em off.
(bitch betta my money, bitch where my money? )
Sicmade till I die shit saw so I was able to wipe the bllod off the hall
Way walls I ain't got nothing to live for cant 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 find a new home, one is
Gone and I'm on one check the clock and if these walls could talk
Would be shot I'm bout to go got nobody with my stressed out like
Whitney,bobby brown,weed,and whisky smoking newports no by like to too
Short I keep it going shootin up who in the sport wanna fuck with me cum
On the courts rippin out insides puttin stains on 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 in the dirt wont hurt flirtin with murda I leave
Em un heard of and I'm sick of your period pads drippin all over your
Getting in the back seat of the truck it's your choice dead or smuthered
And fried the way you
Uncover yo eyes in in witha 9 tryin to take out yo spine nobdy no crime
Thro up that 6 sign and strike hard like a tek 9 no recovery you other g
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 14 yrs old eating
Scabs graduated from nigga meat but I don't wanna brag fuck jeffery he's a
Mothafuckn fag I got nigga nuts and in a bag draggin them 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 influence I'm hella up swervin down the freeway spillin my
Cup tryin to tell you bout this rapper on the underbelly he shit he bout
To be in the trunk smelly by me and my relly you never whatever though i
Got automagazines and that weak what you got against me don't you know i
Rip niggas up turn them to minced meat so if you got since beat it like
Raw eggs I used to have hella homies now they all hate but imma leave it
Im on my own like a voodoo if a nigga wanted to get ate what would you do
Nigga I was too cool a group of niggas and they tripped 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 to hit em with a slug at they brain thats what you get from me
Crash your careers defected and you ain't sold a record last time i
Checked it you keep 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 down to the ground judge dred comeing through the door
Looking just like the feds and you yo self a rap vet get out the bed and
Let me fuck her like she should be fucked all in the 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 daughter out end up in the slaughter house and
Spittin chest open and bleedin and I'm fucking her the back and I hope that
You see it.