Luyện nghe bài hát Genocide

Stone killers in these Compton streets
One on the 9, all eyes on me
Murder,
Murder,
Call 9-1-1
Hands up in the air for the you'll see
murder, it's murder
Murder,

My daddy done a bitch
and put that dome to her head
My daddy killa you
feel a pull a part that man and
(Let me up!) What it look
See my done kill 'em dead
Bullets come from the earth
My daddy done you
Don't feel a pull a part man and
(Let me up!) it look?

Stone cold killers in Compton streets
One hand on the 9, all on me
Murder,
Murder,
9-1-1 emergency
Hands up in the air for the words see
murder, it's murder
Murder,

(It's been a 187 in bitch!)
Murderess, listen, hit a suburban whippin'
Tinted windows ride at your wifey (Blah!) and I bet you her
Reload the protools and we throw the clip in both
That's one on the left and one in the right hand, Pippen both ways
Been doin' drive bys got this music industry time
Lookin' like when niggas throw up them signs, but I
I'm talkin' about that bottom where hot grinds
Shit, I'm just tryna get and keep 'em guys high
I feel like I could just bury 'em, bury 'em
Cause delirium, mass hysteria, scarier
I'm very aware that hip hop needed to carry it
So I married that and swung down in that chariot
way too fuckin' close, beware the barrier
This is hub nigga, don't make us embarrass you
Man, you should be realistic, these niggas 'round ballistic
We did the numbers and you like another statistic

Stone cold in these Compton streets
One hand on the 9, all on me
Murder,
Murder,
Call 9-1-1
Hands up in the air for the to see
It's murder, it's
Murder,

Ahh, recognize whatever side the sides reside until the dead has
in a project building, dodgin' the module ceilings
I ride, I'mma ride in a jeep
Ride with the eyes of five blind men, my (Corrupted)
Mama tried counselin', five plans for Kendrick (But it)
My family's ties, had sabotaged existence (abducted)
My on surveillance, they payed me a visit (Disgusting)
Our packed, raiders in black
drippin', silver bullet, palladium in my strap
I lie on the of a one way street
to go, death all I can see
I say "Fuck is up?", I 'em up, your supper's up or somethings up
I hoping all get orthotist, it before the double dutch broke
Plenty ruckus the weapon I protect it under oath
My discretion, fuck blessing, fuck your life
your hope, fuck your mama
Fuck your daddy, fuck you homie
Fuck the world up when we up, that's Compton homie!

Murder,


It's all

Murder,
Murder,
been a murder
(It's a 187 in this bitch!)