Luyện nghe bài hát Genocide

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

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

Stone killers in these 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
It's murder, it's
Murder,

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

Stone cold killers in these streets
One on the 9, all eyes on me
Murder,
Murder,
Call emergency
Hands up in the air for the to see
It's murder, murder
Murder,

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

Murder,


It's all

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