Luyện nghe bài hát The Murda Show

Damn
the fuck we gonna do now?

I don't know homeboy you know I'm sayin' but I'll tell you like this
We gonna some ass for the ninety-three shot
Right, these motherfuckers understand we ain't from around here
all right you know what I'm sayin'

'Cause we ain't takin' no shorts you know what I'm
Compton meets the motherfuckin' bay nigga
So step the off this you know what I'm sayin'
My nigga spice get 'em

Ya see I'm nothin' but a mac-10
Killer man looter on the creep with the
Got it cocked pop
I cold shot when the cop drop m-a-money nigga

Mind of a on a steel trigger
flash backs of nigga's bodies rip
From the ak on that ass hollow point to the tip to the toe
slow and watch the blood hit the fuckin' flo'

It's the goddamn show
a nigga in black wearin' a weed hat creepin' low
And co-starring is a psycho
He grew up in bustin' caps at the cluckers

His name is MC motherfuckin'
He got the uzi weigh a ton eatin' niggas a steak on a plate
So nigga get your popcorn and peanuts we nuts and we know
Sit back and watch a murda at the murda show

A to the K
187 ass nigga from the bay
(Murda show)
Yeah, and it's the nigga Compton that's stompin'
Raise up off my jock with the fools I glock

A to the K
187 ass nigga from the bay
(Murda show)
Yeah, and it's the nigga from Compton that's
Raise up off my jock the fools that I glock

shut your fuckin' trap, yeah your punk ass is sure
Sure that sew when I peel your cap
The slide the slick, my dick
No mistaking I bring greens, fuck the bacon

The big neck getting motherfuckers sprung
They'll be put in the trash by this Compton
Eiht, Spice-1, kickin' ass for fun
nothin' but some nigga sold the one

Fools to stay the fuck down
They can't hang we bang from Compton and the bay town
It's like the last dance or last chance
When I reach in for the strap in my fuckin'

I pump' then the scene is fair ain't nothin said
your skinny ass dead
I sleep 'cause its time to go
Fool or be late for the murda show nigga

A to the K
187 proof ass from the bay
(Murda show)
Yeah, and it's the nigga from Compton stompin'
Raise up off my jock with the niggas I glock

A to the K
187 proof ass nigga the bay
(Murda show)
Yeah, and it's the from Compton that's stompin'
Raise up off my with the fools that I glock

Step in to the torture chamber nigga let me
Hangers on your motherfuckin' bring ya scorcher
Psychopathic mad man dead body
Quick to pull the trigger on another

Slangin' to the bass head bitches in the
Killin' for my motherfuckin' cash in
My nigga MC Eiht will make the drive
I got the gat hangin' up out the motherfuckin'

Niggas be getting the duck sit fuckin' the player
Sprayer nigga out with the shout of the t-t-tech
Mic motherfuckin' check one niggas
Up in the lungs plus the with bloody guns

My uzi's got my if player haters wanna jump
The hollow head his chest thump, thump
And all the niggas leave his bloody in the dust
One-nigga seventeen caps bust

how the niggas do this shit where I'm from
Red-rum leave your body blast of the dumb, dumb
I got the glock and I'm for the liquor store
Me and Eiht are two-eleven at the murda show

A to the K
187 ass nigga from the bay
(Murda show)
Yeah, and it's the nigga from that's stompin'
Raise up off my jock or you might get the

A to the K
187 proof ass from the bay
(Murda show)
Yeah, and you ask me to stay the fuck
Bangin' Compton and the bay town

Yeah, on
Uh, Spice-1 and MC
And that the nine
You what I'm sayin'