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 niggas life it
Sound so 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 have my money, bitch where my )
Sicmade till I die shit nobody saw so I was to wipe the bllod off the hall
Way walls I ain't got nothing to live for cant even a bitch might have to
Leave her alone I had to dig a shit so rigoris dillin with
Haters,snitches,and bitches get there brains find a new home, one life is
Gone and I'm on one check the clock and if these could talk mothafuckas
Would be shot I'm bout to go 51/50 got nobody 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 puttin stains on thats when I ripin
Ride and I slipn slide throught the gardens with a bloody it wont hurt
Look at it this way 6 ft deep in the dirt wont hurt flirtin murda I leave
Em un heard of and I'm sick of your period pads drippin all your hands
Getting in the back seat of the truck your choice dead or alive smuthered
And fried the way you
Uncover yo eyes in in disguse witha 9 tryin to take out yo 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 nitro all day everyday murder spray got you in glad
Bags headed pad you can ask my dad I was a scanvenger 14 yrs old eating
graduated from 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 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 the influence 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 smelly by me and my relly you never know whatever though i
Got automagazines and that weak n-tro what you got against me 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 nigga if a nigga wanted to get ate what you do
Nigga I was too cool with a 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 hommie to hit em with a slug at they brain thats you get from me
Crash dummie your careers defected and you ain't a record last time i
Checked it you just keep knockn I fell disrespected now yo got
Disconnected by the hung necklace ahh I leave emm red and don't eat the
let the tek spi
T and chop niggas down to the like judge dred comeing through the door
Looking just 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 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 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.