Luyện nghe bài hát The Murderers

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

For real, all the time, any place,
Y'all niggaz could get it, act like y'all know
In a world that's ice cold, die slowly
snatch rollies, gats'll leave you holy

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

My wife alwayz said was gonna be a-ait
And she was and that's one reason 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 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 miss

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

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

If you chasin' yesterday, you gon miss
It's murda motherfucker, we don't beg or
We take shit, fuck you and yo fake
When the spit you could feel the hatred, taste it
It's blood, when we show blood, we murderers
We slugz, we huselazz we sell drugz
And thugz live it up till yo time stopz

Yo I give a fuck if niggaz hate me, I drop bodies off
Where the lakes be but lately, I've been cribz
And safes where the be, I take three to the vest
For the love of the dollas I put that hot shit you

And watch you holla holla, the niggaz 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 niggerz y'all can't

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

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

And with the devil, gunz rapidly spit
Gangsta shit, attractin' yo bitch, gettin' head and lean in the sip
I mastered the chipz, I'm tryin' to tell you
holdin' hammers and nails and
We have you where the dogz couldn't you

If you chasin' yesterday, you gon miss
It's murda motherfucker, we don't beg or
We take shit, fuck you and yo fake
When the eight spit you feel the hatred, taste it
It's your blood, we show blood, we murderers
We throw slugz, we huselazz we sell
And tell thugz live it up till yo time

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

degenerate nigga addicted to hydro, switchin' four lanes
Top down wit my eyes closed, got a wish
Money, drugz, and murderer
What you want with this, 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 rock 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 than isley
You can't deny me, I'm the one, druggin' bitches like heroin
The God be the rule, if you're hot keep eyes on jewels

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

Motherfuckers that
Let the God be his here smirloff

Oh my
INC niggers