Luyện nghe bài hát The Murderers

Word to God, y'all know who the this is
You know we would kidnap yo
You know 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 don't
In a that's ice cold, blacks die slowly
Cats snatch rollies, gats'll you holy

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

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

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

murda motherfucker we don't beg or borrow
We take shit, you and yo fake bitch, when the eight spit
You could the hatred, taste it
You high 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 shut shit down
a nigger 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 motherfucker, we don't beg or borrow
We take shit, fuck you and yo bitch
When the eight you could feel the hatred, taste it
It's your blood, we show blood, we murderers
We slugz, we huselazz we sell drugz
And tell thugz it up till yo time stopz

Yo I give a fuck if y'all niggaz me, I drop bodies off
Where the lakes be but lately, I've been cribz
And safes where the cake be, I take three to the
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 tank running in banks and all of it
Player we're flawless, wit to loosin' gunz bustin'
And brossen niggerz can't live

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

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

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

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

a muthafuckin' problem, any nigga think not, I'ma pop him
Put the lean on niggaz the I spot 'em
gettin' it, I got him nigga dead and gone
Gonna guide 'em to the cross roads show 'em how those gunz

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

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

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

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

Motherfuckers understand
Let the God be his nigga smirloff

Oh my
Murder INC