Luyện nghe bài hát The Murderers

Word to God, y'all know who the this is
You know we would yo kidz
You know the fuck we do
Murder bitch like you

For real, all the time, any place,
Y'all niggaz get it, act like y'all don't know
In a that's ice cold, blacks die slowly
Cats snatch rollies, leave you holy

My momma told me the streetz will slow me down
Daddy never showed me how the heat hold me down
So now I rob and steal, spit shit you feal, wit a that kills
Yeah my shit's that real, I hard all my life, ran the streetz all night

My wife alwayz said everything was be a-ait
And she was right and one reason why I love her
But everything she said went in one ear and out the
Word to mother, look at it a thug point of view

When the kids clothes, what a thug gon do?
Hit the streetz and hustle, up the heat and bust you
I'm tryin' to eat like Russel, murda is my
But you keep yesterday, you gon miss tomorrow

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

The four five will calm you down, you trauma now
It's drama how a child will shit down
Kill a nigger for the fuck of it I get you for chips
Fuck that shit, the whip, and fuck you bitch
You can just suck my

If you chasin' yesterday, you gon miss
It's motherfucker, we don't beg or borrow
We take shit, you and yo fake bitch
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 tell live it up till yo time stopz

Yo I give a fuck if y'all niggaz hate me, I 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 thru you

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

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

If you ever get the urge to come by and try to
only one and then you get numb and lied to rest
It's murda the only code to the
It's murda, nigga me the bezzle

And dance the devil, gunz rapidly spit
Gangsta shit, attractin' yo bitch, head and lean back in the sip
I mastered the chipz, nigga I'm to tell you
You're hammers and nails and
We have you where the dogz couldn't you

If you chasin' yesterday, you gon tomorrow
It's motherfucker, we don't beg or borrow
We shit, fuck you and yo fake bitch
When the eight spit you could the hatred, taste it
It's your blood, we show blood, we murderers
We throw slugz, we we sell drugz
And tell thugz live it up till yo stopz

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

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

Clap up yo crib, it's the
Who you know wit gunz that shit
because we're them hot niggerz
Sell mo records rock niggaz

I'ma lock it down for six months and shock niggaz my name?
J the A. R U L E with them hoez get between more than isley
You can't deny me, I'm the muthafuckin' one, druggin' like heroin
The God be the rule, if you're hot eyes on your jewels

To cop a Benz twenty inch chrome, the shoes, I got nuttin' to
But everything to live for thorough bread and supply the raw
I put my down from N Y to Chi town INC murder spittin' in roundz
You don't wanna her how it soundz, when we them flames
It's murda and ain't shit gon change

Motherfuckers understand
Let the God be his here smirloff

Oh my
Murder INC