Luyện nghe bài hát The Murderers

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

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

My momma always told me the streetz will me down
Daddy never me how the heat will hold me down
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 alwayz said everything was gonna be a-ait
And she was right and one reason why I love her
But she said went in one ear and out the other
Word to mother, at it from a thug point of view

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

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

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

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

Yo I give a fuck if y'all niggaz hate me, I drop off
Where the lakes be but lately, been hitin' cribz
And safes where the cake be, I take three to the
For the of the dollas I put that hot shit 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 y'all can't

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

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

And dance the devil, gunz rapidly spit
Gangsta shit, attractin' yo bitch, head and lean back in the sip
I mastered the chipz, nigga I'm tryin' to you
You're hammers and nails and
We have you the dogz 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 spit you could feel the hatred, taste it
your blood, when we show blood, we murderers
We throw slugz, we huselazz we drugz
And tell thugz it up till yo time stopz

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

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

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

I'ma lock it for six months and shock niggaz what's my name?
J the A. R U L E with them hoez get 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 chrome, the shoes, I got nuttin' to lose
But everything to live for bread demand and supply the raw
I put my smash from N Y to Chi town INC murder spittin' in roundz
You don't her how it soundz, when we cock them flames
It's and ain't shit gon change niggaz

Motherfuckers understand
Let the God be his nigga smirloff

Oh my
Murder INC