Luyện nghe bài hát The Murderers

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

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

My momma always me the streetz will slow me down
Daddy showed me how the heat will hold me down
So now I rob and steal, shit you feal, wit a clique that kills
Yeah my shit's that real, I hustle hard all my life, ran the streetz all

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

the kids need 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 chasin' 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 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
It's drama how a will shut shit down
a nigger for the fuck of it I get you touched for chips
Fuck shit, fuck the whip, and fuck you bitch
You can just my dick

If you yesterday, you gon miss tomorrow
It's murda motherfucker, we beg or borrow
We shit, fuck you and yo fake bitch
When the eight spit you feel the hatred, taste it
It's blood, when we show blood, we murderers
We throw slugz, we huselazz we drugz
And tell thugz live it up yo time stopz

Yo I give a fuck if y'all hate me, I drop bodies off
Where the lakes be but lately, been hitin' cribz
And safes where the be, I take three to the vest
For the of the dollas I put that hot shit thru 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
we're flawless, wit nutten to loosin' gunz bustin'
And niggerz y'all 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 niggaz 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 numb and to rest
murda the only code to the ghetto
It's murda, nigga me the bezzle

And dance the devil, gunz rapidly spit
Gangsta shit, attractin' yo bitch, gettin' and lean back in the sip
I mastered the chipz, nigga I'm tryin' to you
You're holdin' hammers and 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, fuck you and yo fake
When the eight 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 time

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

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

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

lock it down for six months and shock niggaz what's my name?
J the A. R U L E with them hoez get between more sheetz than
You can't me, I'm the muthafuckin' one, druggin' bitches like heroin
The God be the rule, if you're hot keep eyes on jewels

To cop a twenty inch chrome, the shoes, I got nuttin' to lose
But everything to live for thorough bread and supply the raw
I put my smash down from N Y to Chi town INC murder spittin' in
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 here nigga

Oh my
INC niggers