Luyện nghe bài hát Murda

Murda,
Murda,

Some say I'm possessed, that's why on my chest
I'm from the so I throw up the "S"
Disrespect, I lay you to
Boy you ass, you softer than
murder, I lay you to rest
Aim for the head ain't no need for a
Can't nothing protect you from tec
Street educated, no use for
Niggas be talking but don't want it
Put in your stomach, like pussy you wet
like Rambo, I stay with the ammo
Test me, that's a gamble like Russian
I stay with them commas, I through the drama
You going to war, you better
Fuck is a "K"? I ain't
Got of shooters I pay just to flex

Niggas say I'm real, say I'm hot
Disrespect the Mob or Squad, then you get
We dial 9-1-1, we don't fuck with cops
to the fuckin' ops

Ain't to murda something
Ain't afraid to murda
Ain't to murda something
Ain't afraid to something
Ain't afraid to murda
Ain't afraid to murda
Ain't to murda something
Ain't to murda something

Ain't afraid to murda
Put 'em in a hearse or
I'm thinking you is sweet
a Starburst or something
Get 'em a or something
get 'em in church or something
We heard the speaking
I'm Donnie McClurkin
I smell pussy, niggas hurt your cousin
All my people say "Stomp!" like I'm Kirk or
Put 'em in the dirt "Work" or something
He get on my so fuck him
You turn ass like Tahiry when I pressed buttons
And that was no diss, niggas for discussion
Y'all for the tweeting, y'all quick to be tumbling
How about a Vine, 2 clips to your
And pics of me dumping
I'm feeling your so I'm fucking
I skeet-skeet it's nothin'

say I'm real, bitches say I'm hot
Disrespect the Mob or Squad, then you get
We don't dial 9-1-1, we don't fuck with
to the fuckin' ops

Ain't to murda something
Ain't to murda something
Ain't afraid to murda
Ain't to murda something
Ain't afraid to murda
Ain't afraid to murda
Ain't to murda something
Ain't to murda something

It's a homicide, a murder
All my down to murder
187 on the op
That's a soldier

I'm finna get back and start the burner
Now I'm beating that ass Ike did Turner
You sit in a box, you in a hearse
Wherever you from, my turf
Fergie Ferg and I'm in work
Young Flocka Flame put 'em in the dirt
Sipping on the Henny and a nigga go
Couple bitches gave me brain, I skeet on they skirt

Ferg, you nasty
Pay attention, on what we came for
Got the drop on a nigga, got the
Soon as I hop out, click-clack, then go

Niggas say I'm real, say I'm hot
the Mob or Squad, then you get shot
We dial 9-1-1, we don't fuck with cops
to the fuckin' ops

Ain't afraid to murda
Ain't afraid to something
Ain't to murda something
Ain't afraid to something
afraid to murda something
Ain't afraid to something
afraid to murda something
Ain't afraid to murda