Luyện nghe bài hát The Murderers

Word to God, y'all know who the fuck is
You know we would kidnap yo
You know what the we do
bitch 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
Cats snatch rollies, gats'll leave you

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

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

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

murda 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
You high right now, you ain't to die right now

The five will calm you down, you under trauma now
It's drama how a child will shut down
Kill a nigger for the fuck of it I get you touched for
Fuck that shit, fuck the whip, and you bitch
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 fake
When the eight spit you feel the hatred, taste it
your blood, when we show blood, we murderers
We throw slugz, we huselazz we sell
And tell thugz live it up till yo time

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 where the cake be, I three to the vest
For the love of the dollas I put that hot thru you

And you holla holla, the same niggaz that I ball wit
I'm a brawl wit I'm a tank in banks and takin' all of it
Player we're flawless, wit nutten to gunz bustin'
And brossen niggerz y'all can't

Funny shit about it, niggers wanna hit me, about it
shit I'm still livin' y'all 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
There's one and then you get numb 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 rapidly
Gangsta shit, attractin' yo bitch, gettin' and lean back in the sip
I mastered the chipz, nigga I'm to tell you
You're holdin' hammers and and
We have you where the dogz smell you

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

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

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

up yo crib, it's the murderaz
Who you know wit gunz that shit
Just because them hot niggerz
Sell mo records than niggaz

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

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

Motherfuckers understand
Let the God be his here smirloff

Oh my
Murder INC