Luyện nghe bài hát The Murderers

Word to God, know who the fuck this is
You we would kidnap yo kidz
You know the fuck we do
Murder niggaz like you

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

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

My wife alwayz said was gonna be a-ait
And she was right and one reason why I love her
But everything she said went in one ear and out the
Word to mother, look at it from a point of view

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

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

The five will calm you down, you under trauma now
drama how a child will shut shit down
Kill a nigger for the of it I get you touched for chips
Fuck that shit, fuck the whip, and you bitch
You can just my dick

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

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

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

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

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

And dance with the devil, gunz spit
Gangsta shit, attractin' yo bitch, gettin' head and lean in the sip
I mastered the chipz, nigga I'm to tell you
You're hammers and nails and
We have you where the dogz smell you

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

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

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

Clap up yo crib, the murderaz
Who you know wit gunz kill shit
Just because them hot niggerz
mo records than rock niggaz

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

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

Motherfuckers understand
Let the God be his here smirloff

Oh my
INC niggers