Luyện nghe bài hát The Murderers

Word to God, y'all know who the fuck is
You know we would kidnap yo
You know the fuck we do
Murder niggaz like you

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

My momma always told me the streetz will slow me
Daddy showed me how the heat will hold me down
So now I rob and steal, spit shit you feal, wit a that kills
Yeah my shit's that real, I hustle all my life, ran the streetz all night

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

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

It's murda motherfucker we beg or borrow
We take shit, fuck you and yo fake bitch, the eight spit
You feel the hatred, taste it
You right now, you ain't ready 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 for the fuck of it I get you touched for chips
Fuck that shit, the whip, and fuck you bitch
You can suck my dick

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 spit you could feel the hatred, it
It's your blood, when we blood, we murderers
We throw slugz, we huselazz we sell
And tell thugz live it up till yo stopz

Yo I give a fuck if y'all niggaz me, I drop bodies off
Where the lakes be but lately, I've hitin' cribz
And safes where the cake be, I take to the vest
For the love of the I put that hot shit thru you

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

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

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

And dance the devil, gunz rapidly spit
Gangsta shit, attractin' yo bitch, head and lean back in the sip
I the chipz, nigga I'm tryin' to tell you
You're holdin' and nails and
We have you the dogz couldn't smell you

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

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

I'ma degenerate nigga to hydro, switchin' four lanes
Top wit my eyes closed, got a death wish
Money, drugz, and murderer
you want with this, we'll kidnap yo kids

Clap up yo crib, the murderaz
Who you wit gunz that kill shit
Just because them hot niggerz
Sell mo records than niggaz

I'ma lock it for six months and shock niggaz what's my name?
J the A. R U L E with them hoez get more sheetz than isley
You can't me, I'm the muthafuckin' one, druggin' bitches like heroin
The God be the rule, if hot keep eyes on your jewels

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

Motherfuckers that
Let the God be his here nigga

Oh my
Murder INC