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
Family nigga in the town got pounds of beef threaten a life 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 have my money, bitch where my money? )
Sicmade I die shit nobody saw so I was able to wipe the bllod off the hall
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 shit so dillin with
Haters,snitches,and bitches get there brains gone find a new home, one is
and I'm on one check the clock and if these walls could talk mothafuckas
Would be shot I'm bout to go 51/50 got nobody with my out like
Whitney,bobby brown,weed,and whisky smoking newports no support by to too
Short I keep it shootin up force 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 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 period pads all over your hands
in the back seat of the truck it's your choice dead or alive smuthered
And the way you betta
yo eyes in in disguse witha 9 tryin to take out yo spine nobdy no crime
Thro up that 6 sign and strike hard like a tek 9 no you other g niggas
Beta duck leave you in tuxed up cycle off the wall like micheal always
Cause I be blowin out that nitro all day everyday murder got you in glad
Bags 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 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 the influence I'm hella fucked up swervin down the freeway spillin my
Cup to tell you bout this rapper on the underbelly he ain't shit he bout
To be in the trunk by me and my relly you never know whatever though i
Got automagazines and that 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 if a nigga 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 on me but you know it's all in the game tell
A crip hommie to hit em with a slug at brain thats what you get from me
Crash dummie your careers defected and you sold a record last time i
Checked it you just knockn I fell disrespected now yo neck got
Disconnected by the lynch hung necklace ahh I leave emm red and eat the
let the tek spi
T and chop niggas down to the 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 her like she should be fucked all in the butt with a 9 milli
Swallowing nut and you can see me in black creepin 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 slaughter house and
Spittin chest open and bleedin and I'm fucking her from the and I hope that
You see it.