Luyện nghe bài hát The Murderers

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And watch you holla holla, the 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 loosin' gunz
And brossen niggerz can't live

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

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

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

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

Ja's a muthafuckin' problem, any nigga not, I'ma pop him
Put the on niggaz the minute I spot 'em
Who's gettin' it, I got him dead and gone
Gonna guide 'em to the 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 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 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 them hoez get between more sheetz than isley
You can't deny me, I'm the muthafuckin' one, druggin' bitches like
The God be the rule, if hot keep eyes on your jewels

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

Motherfuckers understand
Let the God be his here smirloff

Oh my
INC niggers