Luyện nghe bài hát The Murderers

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

For real, all the time, any place,
Y'all could get it, act like y'all 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 streetz will me down
never 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 all night

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

When the kids clothes, what 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 chasin' yesterday, you gon miss

It's murda motherfucker we beg or borrow
We take shit, fuck you and yo bitch, when the eight spit
You could feel the hatred, 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 child shut shit down
a nigger for the fuck of it I get you touched for chips
Fuck that shit, fuck the whip, and you bitch
You can just suck my

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

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

And watch you holla holla, the 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 brossen y'all can't live

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

And dance with the devil, gunz spit
Gangsta shit, attractin' yo bitch, gettin' head and back in the sip
I mastered the chipz, I'm tryin' to tell you
You're holdin' and nails and
We have you the dogz couldn't smell 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 spit you could feel the hatred, taste it
It's blood, when we show blood, we murderers
We throw slugz, we we sell drugz
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 I spot 'em
Who's gettin' it, I got him dead and gone
Gonna guide 'em to the 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 shit
What you want with this, kidnap yo kids

Clap up yo crib, the murderaz
Who you know wit gunz kill shit
because we're them hot niggerz
Sell mo records than niggaz

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

To cop a Benz 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 town INC murder in roundz
You wanna 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
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