Luyện nghe bài hát Murder

I'm still Pimp C bitch so the fuck is up?
I'm powder on the streets cuz I got
Big fuckin' comin' back from Louisiana
In a Fleetwood
I them nigga's shit to put they pea's on they banner
Got the pound by four cuz you know I just
Pay to nigga thirty from me
So I fronted forty two, he pop to seven hundred
Times sixty two, twenty eight is what I do
So fuck what do
If I ya cocaine number's you think I was lyin'
Young twenty two talkin' bout they retirin'
In the game ain't a thang far then we been
Rick's home two apartment's enter
Tight mo bounce to the ounce
Cuz the the shit, I done got me
Fifty out of birds ya bitch
Tightin' up no slack bitches my stock
Got some City nigga's so I'm a go to my garage
got back from California kicked it with B-Legit
Put me down with purple chronic and that shit
At the studio Tom, I wish I could stay
I got to holla at P, cuz we got money to make
We playa'z from the South stack gee'z man
Like Ball I got to stack big man
say he wanna show ya
You got nine grand I rappin' shit
my money in my hand
South Texas mutherfucka that's I stay
money from yo bitches every
Got day
Big paper I'm
is on my mutherfuckin' jock
For all dick I be holdin'
I hate grown man it
Especially if a fool take our and
Act like my nigga's don't it
I it with the trill nigga's so you best's
Not trip if ya keep on shit
My nigga the clip
Hoe azz

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

Two: {Bun-B}

Well this bitch and I'm the king
I'm movin' chickens got 'em finger
Stickin' who be trippin'
You need a swift yo azz is right for the pickin'
Now down as my pocket's
I be thinkin' nigga's slippin' you
When I be clickin' now take a at the
Bigger nigga liquor swigger
Playa hata ditch digger
My hair trigger you bound one hot one in yo
You shiver and quiver
I'm free from nigga you den a river
For what it's it's suburblous some nigga's doin' dirt
her first and take off her skirt
Make the pussy hurt Master
Hit the Swisha faster then you a
bastard fuck her sister faster
Hit the elbro for yo
better have my mail hoe
Before I catch a murder and go to jail hoe
Hell no, time to bail hit the so
We can sell mo fuckin' yell get the
No other bullet or get shoved
Inside game they better buck us
Cuz the clucker's they us
Make them dick suckers
Check they like smoker's
I hit like
Cuz Short bring the rukus
for my muthfucker's
Cookin' to crooked geez
Rockin' up key's
Just to get the hook ease
Wanna bee's get on yo
Fill the from them HK one three's
>From to over sea's
We do we please
No trip cuz we
up a dip
I'm breakin' 'em off they hip to yo lip
Go ask that boy
nigga Bun rip
With one clip, as the gun slip
Now I done out my Barile
Flyin' yo belly belly and
Some smelly red jelly is out of ya belly
Servin' 'em like a Deli jumped on my cellular
Hoe sell it like goin' out of style
You can't see me Marcus so a
Sweet and smile