Luyện nghe bài hát The Murderers

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

For real, all the time, any place,
Y'all niggaz could get it, act like don't know
In a world that's ice cold, blacks die
snatch rollies, gats'll 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 that kills
Yeah my that real, I hustle hard 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 why I love her
But she said went in one ear and out the other
Word to mother, look at it from a thug point of

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

murda 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
You high right now, you ain't 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 shit, fuck the whip, and fuck you bitch
You can suck my dick

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

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

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

Funny shit about it, niggers wanna hit me, about it
Thug shit I'm livin' y'all niggaz just spit about it
I rob and stomp niggaz two of my life
The other one spent sittin' 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 only to the ghetto
It's murda, hand me the bezzle

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

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 spit you could feel 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 till yo stopz

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

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

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

I'ma lock it down for six months and shock 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 one, druggin' bitches like 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 thorough bread demand and the raw
I put my smash down from N Y to Chi INC murder spittin' in roundz
You don't wanna her how it soundz, when we cock them
It's murda and shit gon change niggaz

understand that
Let the God be his nigga smirloff

Oh my
INC niggers