Luyện nghe bài hát The Murderers

Word to God, y'all who the fuck this is
You we would kidnap yo kidz
You what the fuck we do
Murder bitch 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
Cats snatch rollies, gats'll you holy

My momma always told me the will slow me down
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 that real, I hustle 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 said in one ear and out the other
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 heat and you
I'm tryin' to eat Russel, murda is my hustle
But you keep yesterday, you gon miss tomorrow

It's murda we don't beg or borrow
We take shit, fuck you and yo fake bitch, when the eight
You could the hatred, taste it
You right now, you ain't ready to die right now

The four five will calm you down, you 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, fuck the whip, and fuck you
You can just my dick

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

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

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

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

If you ever get the to come by and try to test
There's 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 with the devil, rapidly spit
Gangsta shit, attractin' yo bitch, gettin' and lean back in the sip
I mastered the chipz, nigga I'm to tell you
holdin' hammers and nails and
We you where the dogz couldn't smell you

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

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

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

up yo crib, it's the murderaz
Who you know wit that kill shit
Just because we're them hot
Sell mo records than niggaz

lock it down for six months and shock niggaz what's my name?
J the A. R U L E with them hoez get between more sheetz than
You deny me, I'm the muthafuckin' one, druggin' bitches like heroin
The God be the rule, if you're hot keep eyes on your

To cop a twenty inch chrome, the shoes, I got nuttin' to lose
But everything to live for bread demand and supply the raw
I put my down from N Y to Chi town INC murder spittin' in roundz
You wanna her how it soundz, when we cock them flames
It's murda and shit gon change niggaz

Motherfuckers that
Let the God be his here nigga

Oh my
Murder INC