Luyện nghe bài hát The Murda Show

Damn
the fuck we gonna do now?

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

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

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

Mind of a lunatic on a trigger
Motherfuckin flash of nigga's bodies rip
From the ak blast on ass hollow point to the tip to the toe
Creep slow and watch the blood hit the flo'

It's the goddamn show
Starring a nigga in wearin' a weed hat creepin' low
And is a psycho motherfucker
He grew up in Compton caps at the cluckers

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

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

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

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

The big black neck getting sprung
be put in the trash by this Compton tongue
Eiht, Spice-1, much ass for fun
Ain't but some nigga sold the one

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

I pump' dead then the scene is ain't nothin said
Even skinny ass dead
I cant 'cause its time to go
Fool or I'll be late for the murda show

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

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

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

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

Niggas be the duck sit fuckin' with the player
Sprayer layer nigga out with the shout of the
Mic motherfuckin' check one niggas
Up in the plus the caps with bloody guns

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

That's how the niggas do this shit where I'm
Red-rum leave body numb blast of the dumb, dumb
I got the glock and I'm headin' for the 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 the nigga from Compton that's stompin'
Raise up off my or you might get the glock

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

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