Luyện nghe bài hát The Murderers

Word to God, y'all who the fuck 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 could get it, act like y'all don't know
In a world ice cold, blacks die slowly
Cats rollies, gats'll leave you holy

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

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

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

It's murda motherfucker we don't beg or
We take shit, fuck you and yo fake bitch, when the eight
You could the hatred, taste it
You right now, you ain't ready to die right now

The four will calm you down, you under trauma now
It's how a child will shut shit down
Kill a nigger for the fuck of it I get you touched for
Fuck shit, fuck the whip, and fuck you bitch
You can just suck my

If you yesterday, you gon miss tomorrow
It's murda motherfucker, we don't beg or
We take shit, fuck you and yo fake
When the eight 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 it up till yo time stopz

Yo I give a if y'all niggaz hate me, I drop bodies off
Where the be but lately, I've been hitin' cribz
And safes 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 niggaz that I ball wit
I'm a wit I'm a tank running in banks and takin' all of it
Player we're flawless, wit to loosin' gunz bustin'
And brossen y'all can't live

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

If you ever get the urge to by and try to test
only one and then you get numb and lied to rest
It's murda the only to the ghetto
It's murda, nigga hand me the

And dance with the devil, gunz rapidly
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 yesterday, you gon miss tomorrow
It's motherfucker, we don't beg or borrow
We take shit, fuck you and yo bitch
When the eight spit you could the hatred, taste 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 gettin' it, I got him dead and gone
Gonna guide 'em to the cross roads show 'em how those blow

I'ma degenerate nigga addicted to hydro, switchin' four
Top down wit my eyes closed, got a 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
Just we're them hot niggerz
Sell mo than rock 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 sheetz isley
You can't deny me, I'm the muthafuckin' one, druggin' like heroin
The God be the rule, if hot keep eyes on your jewels

To cop a Benz twenty inch chrome, the shoes, I got nuttin' to
But everything to for thorough 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, we cock them flames
It's murda and ain't gon change niggaz

Motherfuckers understand
Let the God be his here nigga

Oh my
INC niggers