Luyện nghe bài hát The Murderers

Word to God, y'all know who the 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 niggaz could get it, act like don't know
In a that's ice cold, blacks die slowly
Cats snatch rollies, leave you holy

My momma always told me the streetz 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
my shit's that real, I hustle hard all my life, ran the streetz all night

My wife said everything was gonna be a-ait
And she was and that's one reason why I love her
But everything she said 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 and hustle, pick up the heat and bust you
I'm tryin' to eat like Russel, murda is my
But you keep chasin' yesterday, you gon tomorrow

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

The four five will 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 that shit, fuck the whip, and you bitch
You can suck my dick

If you yesterday, you gon miss tomorrow
murda motherfucker, we don't beg or borrow
We shit, fuck 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 it up till yo time stopz

Yo I give a fuck if y'all niggaz hate me, I drop off
Where the lakes be but lately, I've hitin' cribz
And safes where the cake be, I take three to the
For the love of the dollas I put hot shit 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 to loosin' gunz bustin'
And brossen niggerz y'all can't

Funny about it, niggers wanna hit me, forget about 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 chasin' those birdz

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

And dance with the devil, gunz spit
Gangsta shit, attractin' yo bitch, head and lean back in the sip
I mastered the chipz, nigga I'm tryin' to you
You're holdin' hammers and and
We you where the dogz couldn't smell you

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 spit you could the hatred, taste it
It's blood, when we show blood, we murderers
We throw slugz, we huselazz we drugz
And tell live it up till yo time stopz

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

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

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

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

To cop a Benz twenty inch chrome, the shoes, I got nuttin' to
But to live for thorough bread demand and supply the raw
I put my down from N Y to Chi town INC murder spittin' in roundz
You don't wanna her how it soundz, when we cock flames
murda and ain't shit gon change niggaz

Motherfuckers that
Let the God be his here smirloff

Oh my
INC niggers