Luyện nghe bài hát There Was a Murder

I up, wake up in the morning
'Cause them boys come knocking in the
Then I have me go flush it in the toilet
Them say did get murdered on the corner

Them say did someone see me, seen get shot
Them say saw me there
My *** won't break me
Man, I'll go crazy before make me tell

There was a by the corner house
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
Them boys questions now
No, no, no, no, no

Now seen it but don't nobody know
What happened to the boy down the street a ago
Ain't nobody talking, keep it on the low
open your mouth when they knocking at your do'

'Cause *** die out for snitching
die for snitching, okay
These *** die out for snitching
die for snitching, okay

Those who break the code we dig them
What's worse than a street *** that his soul?
Via the life we chose, we our roles
Bad man stands and fall but never

Gangster turn informer when the up, your tool mix up, mix up
Babylon get bodies left for pick up
Blood puddle, gun muffle, couple
Muzzle in mouth, we trouble

Soon police come rush, whole family
All because them *** 'ush
Shot box mouths no covers
Body 'pon gets stacked one top the other
them hadn't to suffer

There was a by the corner house
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
boys asking questions now
No, no, no, no, no

Now everybody seen it but don't know
What to the boy down the street a week ago
Ain't nobody talking, keep it on the low
Don't open your when they knocking at your do'

'Cause *** die out here for
They die for snitching,
These *** die out for snitching
They die for snitching,

Nobody nothing, heard nothing, they ain't said a word
Just chalk and yellow with blood 'pon them shirts
Ashes to ashes, his back to the earth
That dropped six feet then throw upon it dirt

Mum's the word, hustler's etiquette
Ya rather hang yourself than state evidence
Ever since I was young never talk to the
small like a rudder yet steer the 'ole boat

Loose lip the reason that ship no longer
Telling the Feds everything wanna know
That fatal blow took his very breath
The power of the tongue, is and death, you feel me?

There was a murder by the house
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
Them asking questions now
No, no, no, no, no

Now everybody it but don't nobody know
What happened to the boy the street a week ago
nobody talking, they keep it on the low
Don't open mouth when they knocking at your do'

'Cause *** die out here for
die for snitching, okay
These *** die out for snitching
They die for snitching,