Luyện nghe bài hát The Murderers

Word to God, y'all who the fuck this is
You know we would kidnap yo
You know what the we do
Murder bitch like you

For real, all the time, any place,
Y'all niggaz could get it, act y'all don't know
In a world that's ice cold, blacks die
snatch rollies, gats'll leave you holy

My always told me the streetz will slow me down
Daddy never showed me how the heat will hold me
So now I rob and steal, spit shit you feal, wit a that kills
Yeah my shit's that real, I hustle hard all my life, ran the all night

My wife alwayz said everything was be a-ait
And she was right and that's one why I love her
But everything she said in one ear and out the other
Word to mother, look at it from a thug point of

the kids need clothes, what a thug gon do?
Hit the streetz and hustle, pick up the and bust you
I'm tryin' to eat Russel, murda is my hustle
But you chasin' yesterday, you gon miss tomorrow

It's murda we don't beg or borrow
We take shit, fuck you and yo fake bitch, the eight spit
You could the hatred, taste it
You high right now, you ain't ready to die now

The four five will calm you down, you under now
It's drama how a child will shit down
Kill a for the fuck of it I get you touched for chips
Fuck that shit, fuck the whip, and you bitch
You can just suck my

If you chasin' yesterday, you gon tomorrow
It's motherfucker, we don't beg or borrow
We take shit, fuck you and yo fake
When the eight spit you could the hatred, taste it
It's your blood, when we blood, we murderers
We throw slugz, we huselazz we drugz
And tell thugz live it up yo time stopz

Yo I give a fuck if niggaz hate me, I drop bodies off
Where the lakes be but lately, been hitin' cribz
And safes the cake be, I take three to the vest
For the love of the I put that hot shit thru you

And you holla holla, the same niggaz that I ball wit
I'm a brawl wit I'm a running in banks and takin' all of it
Player we're flawless, wit nutten to gunz bustin'
And niggerz y'all can't live

Funny shit about it, niggers hit me, forget about it
Thug shit I'm still livin' y'all niggaz spit about it
I rob and niggaz two third of my life
The other one spent sittin' on curbz chasin' those birdz

If you get the urge to come by and try to test
only one and then you get numb and lied to rest
It's murda the only to the ghetto
It's murda, hand me the bezzle

And dance with the devil, rapidly spit
shit, attractin' yo bitch, gettin' head and lean back in the sip
I mastered the chipz, nigga I'm tryin' to you
You're holdin' and nails and
We you where the dogz couldn't smell you

If you chasin' yesterday, you gon miss
It's murda motherfucker, we don't beg or
We take shit, fuck you and yo fake
When the eight spit you feel the hatred, taste it
It's your blood, we show blood, we murderers
We slugz, we huselazz we sell drugz
And tell live it up till yo time stopz

Ja's a muthafuckin' problem, any nigga not, I'ma pop him
Put the lean on the minute I spot 'em
Who's it, I got him nigga dead and gone
guide 'em to the cross roads show 'em how those gunz blow

I'ma degenerate nigga addicted to hydro, switchin' lanes
Top down wit my eyes closed, got a wish
Money, drugz, and shit
you want with this, we'll kidnap yo kids

Clap up yo crib, it's the
Who you know wit gunz kill shit
Just because we're hot niggerz
Sell mo records rock niggaz

I'ma lock it down for six months and niggaz what's my name?
J the A. R U L E with them hoez get between more sheetz isley
You can't deny me, I'm the one, druggin' bitches like heroin
The God be the rule, if you're hot keep on your jewels

To cop a Benz twenty inch chrome, the shoes, I got nuttin' to
But everything to live for thorough demand and supply the raw
I put my smash down N Y to Chi town INC murder spittin' in roundz
You don't wanna her how it soundz, when we cock flames
It's murda and ain't shit gon niggaz

Motherfuckers understand
Let the God be his here smirloff

Oh my
INC niggers