Luyện nghe bài hát The Murderers

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

For real, all the time, any place,
Y'all niggaz could get it, act y'all don't know
In a world ice cold, blacks die slowly
Cats rollies, gats'll leave you holy

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

My wife alwayz said everything was gonna be
And she was right and that's one why I love her
But everything she said in one ear and out the other
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 to eat like Russel, murda is my hustle
But you chasin' yesterday, you gon miss tomorrow

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

The four five will you down, you under trauma now
drama how a child will shut shit down
Kill a nigger for the of it I get you touched for chips
Fuck that shit, fuck the whip, and you bitch
You can suck my dick

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

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

And watch you holla holla, the same niggaz 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 loosin' bustin'
And niggerz y'all can't live

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

If you ever get the urge to come by and try to
There's only one and you get numb and lied to rest
It's murda the only to the ghetto
It's murda, hand me the bezzle

And dance with the devil, gunz spit
Gangsta shit, attractin' yo bitch, gettin' and lean back in the sip
I mastered the chipz, I'm tryin' to tell you
You're holdin' hammers and and
We you where the dogz couldn't smell you

If you yesterday, you gon miss tomorrow
murda 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, we show blood, we murderers
We slugz, we huselazz we sell drugz
And thugz live it up till yo time stopz

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

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

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

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

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

understand that
Let the God be his nigga smirloff

Oh my
INC niggers