Luyện nghe bài hát The Murderers

Word to God, know who the fuck this is
You know we would yo kidz
You know the fuck we do
Murder bitch niggaz you

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

My momma always told me the streetz will 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 all my life, ran the streetz all night

My wife alwayz said everything was gonna be
And she was right and that's one why I love her
But everything she said went in one ear and out the
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, murda is my
But you chasin' yesterday, you gon miss tomorrow

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

The four five will calm you down, you under now
It's drama how a child will 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 my dick

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

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

And watch you holla holla, the same niggaz 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 gunz bustin'
And brossen niggerz can't live

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

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

And dance with the devil, rapidly spit
Gangsta shit, attractin' yo bitch, gettin' head and lean in the sip
I mastered the chipz, I'm tryin' to tell you
holdin' hammers and nails and
We have you where the dogz couldn't you

If you chasin' yesterday, you gon 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
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

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

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

Clap up yo crib, it's the
Who you know wit gunz that shit
Just because them hot niggerz
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 with them hoez get between sheetz than isley
You deny me, I'm the muthafuckin' one, druggin' bitches like heroin
The God be the rule, if you're hot eyes on your jewels

To cop a twenty 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 from N Y to Chi INC murder spittin' in roundz
You don't wanna her how it soundz, when we cock flames
It's murda and ain't shit gon change

Motherfuckers that
Let the God be his here nigga

Oh my
INC niggers