Luyện nghe bài hát The Murderers

Word to God, y'all know who the this is
You know we would yo kidz
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 y'all know
In a world ice cold, blacks die slowly
snatch rollies, gats'll leave you holy

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

My wife alwayz said everything was be a-ait
And she was right and one reason why I love her
But everything she went in one ear and out the other
Word to mother, at it from a thug point of view

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

It's murda we don't beg or borrow
We take shit, fuck you and yo fake bitch, when the eight
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 trauma now
It's how a child will shut shit down
a nigger for the fuck of it I get you touched for chips
Fuck that shit, 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 spit you could feel the hatred, taste it
It's your blood, when we show blood, we
We slugz, we huselazz we sell drugz
And thugz live it up till yo time stopz

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

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

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

And dance with the devil, gunz spit
Gangsta shit, 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
murda motherfucker, we don't beg or borrow
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 huselazz we sell
And thugz live it up till yo time stopz

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

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

Clap up yo crib, it's the
Who you know wit gunz that kill
Just we're them hot niggerz
Sell mo than rock 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 more sheetz isley
You can't deny me, I'm the muthafuckin' one, bitches like heroin
The God be the rule, if you're hot eyes on your jewels

To cop a Benz twenty inch chrome, the shoes, I got 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 them flames
It's murda and ain't shit gon niggaz

Motherfuckers that
Let the God be his nigga smirloff

Oh my
Murder INC