Luyện nghe bài hát The Murda Show

Damn
What the fuck we do now?

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

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

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

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

It's the murda show
Starring a nigga in black a weed hat creepin' low
And co-starring is a motherfucker
He grew up in Compton bustin' at the cluckers

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

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 fools that I glock

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

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

The big black neck getting sprung
They'll be put in the by this Compton tongue
Eiht, Spice-1, kickin' ass for fun
Ain't 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 the last dance or your last chance
When I reach in for the in my fuckin' pants

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

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

Step in to the chamber nigga let me torture
Hangers on motherfuckin' back bring ya scorcher
Psychopathic mad man body chucker
to pull the trigger on another motherfucker

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

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

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

That's how the niggas do shit where I'm from
Red-rum leave body numb blast of the dumb, dumb
I got the glock and I'm headin' for the liquor
Me and Eiht are two-eleven at the motherfuckin' 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 or you might get the glock

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

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