Luyện nghe bài hát The Murderers

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

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

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

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

When the kids need clothes, a thug gon do?
Hit the streetz and hustle, pick up the heat and you
I'm to eat like Russel, murda is my hustle
But you keep chasin' yesterday, you gon 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 to die right now

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

If you yesterday, you gon miss tomorrow
It's murda motherfucker, we don't beg or
We shit, fuck you and yo fake bitch
When the eight spit you could feel the hatred, it
It's your blood, when we show blood, we
We throw slugz, we huselazz we sell
And tell live it up till yo time 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 where the cake be, I take three to the vest
For the love of the dollas I put hot shit thru you

And watch you holla holla, the same that I ball wit
I'm a wit I'm a tank running in banks and takin' all of it
we're flawless, wit nutten to loosin' gunz bustin'
And brossen niggerz y'all live

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'ma it down for six months and shock 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' bitches heroin
The God be the rule, if you're hot keep eyes on jewels

To cop a Benz inch chrome, the shoes, I got nuttin' to lose
But everything to live for bread 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 them flames
murda and ain't shit gon change niggaz

Motherfuckers that
Let the God be his here nigga

Oh my
INC niggers