Luyện nghe bài hát Murder

I'm still Pimp C so what the fuck is up?
I'm puttin' on the streets cuz I got
Big nut's comin' back from Louisiana
In a Lana
I deserve them nigga's to put they pea's on they banner
Got the pound four by four cuz you know I
Pay to nigga thirty from me
So I forty two, he gonna pop to seven hundred
Times sixty two, twenty four eight is I do
So what 'cha do
If I told ya cocaine number's you think I was
Young nigga's twenty two talkin' bout they
In the game ain't a comin' far then we been
Rick's home two apartment's enter
friends mo bounce to the ounce
Cuz the Wood the shit, I got me
ounces out of birds ya bitch
Tightin' up no slack bitches my stock
Got some Burban City so I'm a go to my garage
Just got back from California kicked it B-Legit
Put me down with purple and that hurricane shit
At the studio with Tom, I I could stay
I got to holla at P, cuz we got money to make
We with playa'z from the South gee'z man
Ball I got to stack big cheeze man
Bitch say he show ya
You got nine grand I rappin' shit
Till my in my hand
South Texas mutherfucka where I stay
Gettin' money from yo bitches
Got day
Big I'm foldin'
is on my mutherfuckin' jock
For all this dick I be
I grown man show it
Especially if a fool take our and
Act like my nigga's don't it
I kick it the trill nigga's so you best's
Not trip if ya keep on talkin'
My empty the clip
Hoe azz

Murder, Mur, Mur,
Murder, Mur, Mur,
Murder, Mur, Mur,
Murder, Mur, Mur,
Murder, Mur, Mur,

Two: {Bun-B}

Well Bun-B bitch and I'm the king
I'm movin' got 'em finger lickin'
Stickin' nigga's who be
You need a swift kickin' yo azz is for the pickin'
Now as my pocket's stickin'
I be nigga's slippin' you sick
When I be now take a look at the
Bigger nigga liquor swigger
Playa hata ditch figure
My hair trigger you bound one hot one in yo
You shiver and quiver
I'm free from nigga you wetter den a
For what it's worth suburblous some nigga's doin' dirt
her first and take off her skirt
Make the pussy hurt Mister
Hit the Swisha faster you keep a
Blister bastard fuck her faster
Hit the elbro for yo
better have my mail hoe
Before I catch a murder case and go to hoe
Hell no, to bail hit the trail so
We can sell mo yell get the scale
No other bullet or get shoved
Inside this they better buck us
Cuz the clucker's love us
Make them class dick
they jelly like smoker's
I hit like
Cuz Short Texas bring the
for my muthfucker's
Cookin' cheese to geez
Rockin' up key's
Just to get the hook ease
bee's get on yo knee's
Fill the from them HK one three's
here to over sea's
We do we please
No trip cuz we
up a dip
I'm breakin' 'em off from hip to yo lip
Go ask boy Skip
nigga Bun rip
With one clip, soon as the gun
Now I ripped out my Barile
Flyin' through yo belly and
Some red jelly is drippin' out of ya belly
'em like a Deli jumped on my cellular telli
Hoe sell it it's goin' out of style
You can't see me so have a
Sweet and smile