Luyện nghe bài hát The Murderers

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

For real, all the time, any place,
Y'all niggaz get it, act like y'all don't know
In a world that's ice cold, blacks die
Cats snatch rollies, gats'll leave you

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

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

When the kids 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 yesterday, you gon miss tomorrow

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

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

If you chasin' yesterday, you gon miss
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
your blood, when we show blood, we murderers
We slugz, we huselazz we sell drugz
And tell thugz live it up yo time stopz

Yo I give a if y'all niggaz hate me, I drop bodies off
the lakes be but lately, I've been hitin' cribz
And where the cake be, I take three to the vest
For the love of the dollas I put 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 banks and all of it
Player we're flawless, wit to loosin' gunz bustin'
And brossen niggerz y'all can't

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

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

And dance the devil, gunz rapidly 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 hammers and nails and
We you where the dogz couldn't smell you

If you yesterday, you gon miss tomorrow
It's murda motherfucker, we beg or borrow
We take shit, fuck you and yo bitch
When the eight 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

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

I'ma nigga addicted to hydro, switchin' four lanes
Top down wit my eyes closed, got a death
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
because we're them hot niggerz
Sell mo records rock niggaz

I'ma lock it down for six months and shock niggaz what's my
J the A. R U L E with them hoez get between sheetz than isley
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 Benz twenty chrome, the shoes, I got nuttin' to lose
But everything to live for thorough bread and supply the raw
I put my smash from N Y to Chi town INC murder spittin' in roundz
You don't wanna her how it soundz, when we cock flames
It's murda and shit gon change niggaz

Motherfuckers that
Let the God be his here nigga

Oh my
INC niggers