Luyện nghe bài hát The Murderers

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

For real, all the time, any place,
Y'all niggaz could get it, act like y'all know
In a world that's ice cold, blacks die
Cats snatch rollies, gats'll leave you

My always told me the streetz 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 kills
Yeah my shit's that real, I hustle all my life, ran the streetz all night

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

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

murda motherfucker 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 ain't to die right now

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

If you chasin' yesterday, you gon tomorrow
It's murda motherfucker, we beg or borrow
We shit, fuck you and yo fake bitch
When the eight spit you could the hatred, taste it
It's blood, when we show blood, we murderers
We throw slugz, we huselazz we sell
And thugz live it up till yo time 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 be, I take three to the vest
For the love of the dollas I put that hot thru you

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

Funny shit about it, wanna hit me, forget about it
Thug I'm still livin' y'all niggaz just spit about it
I rob and stomp two third of my life
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 and lied to rest
It's murda the code to the ghetto
It's murda, hand me the bezzle

And dance with the devil, gunz spit
shit, attractin' yo bitch, gettin' head and lean back in the sip
I mastered the chipz, nigga I'm to tell 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 motherfucker, we don't beg or borrow
We take shit, fuck you and yo bitch
When the eight spit you could 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 muthafuckin' problem, any think not, I'ma pop him
Put the lean on the minute I spot 'em
gettin' it, I got him nigga dead and gone
Gonna 'em to the cross roads show 'em how those gunz blow

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

Clap up yo crib, it's the
Who you know wit gunz that kill
Just because them hot niggerz
mo records than rock niggaz

I'ma lock it 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, 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 to lose
But everything to 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 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 nigga

Oh my
INC niggers