Luyện nghe bài hát The Corpse Came to Dinner

Its a must I bust any strap you hand to me it's inherited it runs in the
Family nigga in the town got pounds of threaten a niggas life make it
Sound so sweet I peel em 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 have my money, bitch where 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 cant trust a bitch might have to
Leave her alone I had to dig a ditch shit so dillin with
Haters,snitches,and bitches get there brains gone a new home, one life is
Gone and I'm on one check the and if these walls could talk mothafuckas
be shot I'm bout to go 51/50 got nobody with my stressed out like
Whitney,bobby brown,weed,and whisky smoking no support by like to too
Short I keep it going up force who in the sport wanna fuck with me cum
On the courts out insides puttin stains on thangs thats when I ripin
Ride and I slipn throught the gardens with a bloody 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 pads drippin all over your hands
Getting in the back seat of the truck it's your choice dead or alive
And the way you betta
Uncover yo eyes in in disguse witha 9 to take out yo spine nobdy no crime
Thro up 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 like micheal perinoid
Cause I be blowin out that all day everyday murder spray got you in glad
Bags headed frothe pad you can ask my dad I was a scanvenger 14 yrs old
Scabs from nigga meat but I don't wanna brag fuck jeffery dohmer he's a
fag I got nigga 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 influence I'm 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 never whatever though i
Got and that weak n-tro what you got against 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 used to have homies now they all hate but imma leave it alone
Im on my own like a voodoo nigga if a nigga to get ate what would you do
Nigga I was too with a group of niggas and they tripped 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 a slug at they brain thats what you get from me
Crash dummie your careers defected and you ain't sold a record time i
Checked it you just keep knockn I fell disrespected now yo got
Disconnected by the lynch necklace ahh I leave emm red and don't eat the
let the tek spi
T and niggas down to the ground like judge dred comeing through the door
just like the feds and you call yo self a rap vet get out the bed and
Let me fuck her like she should be fucked all in the butt a 9 milli
nut and you can see me in black clothes creepin from 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
Spittin chest open and bleedin and I'm fucking her from the back and I that
You see it.