Luyện nghe bài hát The Murderers

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

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

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

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

When the kids need clothes, a thug gon do?
Hit the streetz and hustle, pick up the heat and you
I'm tryin' to eat like Russel, is my hustle
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 spit
You feel the hatred, taste it
You high right now, you ain't to die right now

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

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

Yo I give a if y'all niggaz hate me, I drop bodies 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 that I ball wit
I'm a brawl wit I'm a tank running in banks and all of it
we're flawless, wit nutten to loosin' gunz bustin'
And brossen y'all can't live

Funny shit it, niggers wanna hit me, forget about it
Thug shit I'm still livin' y'all just spit about it
I rob and niggaz two third of my life
The one third spent sittin' on curbz chasin' 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 murda the code to the ghetto
It's murda, nigga me the bezzle

And with the devil, gunz rapidly spit
Gangsta shit, attractin' yo bitch, gettin' and lean back in the sip
I mastered the chipz, I'm tryin' to tell 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 fake
When the eight spit you could the hatred, taste it
It's your blood, when we show blood, we
We slugz, we huselazz we sell drugz
And tell live it up till yo time stopz

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

I'ma degenerate nigga to hydro, switchin' four lanes
Top down wit my eyes closed, got a death
Money, drugz, and murderer
What you with this, we'll kidnap 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 than rock

I'ma lock it for six months and shock niggaz what's my name?
J the A. R U L E with hoez get between more sheetz than isley
You deny me, I'm the muthafuckin' one, druggin' bitches like heroin
The God be the rule, if you're hot keep eyes on your

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

Motherfuckers that
Let the God be his here nigga

Oh my
INC niggers