Luyện nghe bài hát Murder

I'm Pimp C bitch so what the fuck is up?
I'm powder on the streets cuz I got
Big fuckin' nut's comin' back Louisiana
In a Fleetwood
I deserve nigga's shit to put they pea's on they banner
Got the four by four cuz you know I just
Pay to bought thirty from me
So I fronted two, he gonna pop to seven hundred
Times sixty two, four eight is what I do
So what 'cha do
If I ya cocaine number's you think I was lyin'
Young nigga's twenty two talkin' they retirin'
In the game ain't a thang far then we been
Rick's home two apartment's where
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 City nigga's so I'm a go to my garage
Just got from California kicked it with B-Legit
Put me down with chronic and that hurricane shit
At the studio with Tom, I wish I could
I got to holla at Master P, cuz we got to make
We with playa'z from the stack gee'z man
Like Ball I got to stack big man
Bitch say he show ya
You got nine I ain't rappin' shit
Till my in my hand
South mutherfucka that's where I stay
Gettin' money from yo bitches
Got day
Big paper I'm
Hoes is on my jock
For all this dick I be
I hate man show it
if a fool take our style and
Act like my nigga's know it
I kick it the trill nigga's so you best's
Not trip if ya keep on talkin'
My nigga empty the
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 chickens got 'em finger lickin'
Stickin' nigga's who be
You need a kickin' yo azz is right for the pickin'
Now as my pocket's stickin'
I be thinkin' nigga's you sick
When I be clickin' now a look at the
Bigger nigga liquor swigger
Playa hata ditch digger
My hair trigger you bound one hot one in yo
You shake and quiver
I'm from nigga you wetter den a river
For what it's worth it's suburblous nigga's doin' dirt
Fuck her first and off her skirt
Make the pussy Mister Master
Hit the Swisha faster then you a
bastard fuck her sister faster
Hit the for sale yo
Brother better have my hoe
I catch a murder case and go to jail hoe
Hell no, to bail hit the trail so
We can sell mo yell get the scale
No other duck or get shoved
Inside this game better buck us
Cuz the they love us
Make them dick suckers
Check they jelly smoker's
I hit like
Cuz Short Texas bring the
for my muthfucker's
Cookin' cheese to crooked
Rockin' up key's
Just to get the hook ease
Wanna get on yo knee's
Fill the squeeze them HK one three's
>From here to 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 boy Skip
That Bun rip
With one clip, as the gun slip
Now I ripped out my Barile
Flyin' yo belly belly and
smelly red jelly is drippin' 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 so have a
Motherfuckin' and smile