Luyện nghe bài hát Murder

I'm still C bitch so what the fuck is up?
I'm puttin' powder on the cuz I got
Big nut's comin' back from Louisiana
In a Lana
I deserve them shit to put they pea's on they banner
Got the pound by four cuz you know I just
Pay to nigga bought from me
So I fronted two, he gonna pop to seven hundred
Times two, twenty four eight is what I do
So fuck 'cha do
If I ya cocaine number's you think I was lyin'
Young nigga's twenty two bout they retirin'
In the ain't a thang comin' far then we been
Rick's home two apartment's enter
Tight friends mo bounce to the
Cuz the the shit, I done got me
ounces out of birds ya bitch
Tightin' up no bitches checkin' my stock
Got Burban City nigga's so I'm a go to my garage
Just got from California kicked it with B-Legit
Put me down with purple chronic and hurricane shit
At the studio with Tom, I wish I could
I got to holla at Master P, cuz we got to make
We playa'z from the South stack gee'z man
Ball I got to stack big cheeze man
Bitch say he wanna ya
You got nine I ain't rappin' shit
Till my money in my
South Texas mutherfucka that's where I
Gettin' money from yo bitches
Got day
Big paper I'm
Hoes is on my jock
For all dick I be holdin'
I grown man show 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 talkin'
My empty the clip
Hoe azz

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

Verse {Bun-B}

Well this bitch and I'm the king
I'm movin' chickens got 'em lickin'
nigga's who be trippin'
You need a swift kickin' yo azz is for the pickin'
Now down as my pocket's
I be thinkin' slippin' you sick
When I be now take a look at the
Bigger nigga liquor swigger
hata ditch digger figure
My trigger you bound one hot one in yo liver
You shiver and quiver
I'm free from nigga you den a river
For what it's worth it's suburblous some nigga's doin'
Fuck her first and take off her
the pussy hurt Mister Master
Hit the faster then you keep a
Blister bastard fuck her sister
Hit the elbro for yo
Brother have my mail hoe
Before I catch a murder case and go to hoe
Hell no, time to hit the trail so
We can mo fuckin' yell get the scale
No other duck or get shoved
this game they better buck us
Cuz the they love us
them class dick suckers
Check they like smoker's
I hit like
Cuz Short Texas bring the
for my muthfucker's
Cookin' cheese to crooked
Rockin' up key's
to get the hook with ease
Wanna get on yo knee's
Fill the from them HK one three's
>From here to over
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
one clip, soon as the gun slip
Now I ripped out my Barile
through yo belly belly and
Some red jelly is drippin' out of ya belly
'em like a Deli jumped on my cellular telli
Hoe sell it like it's out of style
You can't see me so have a
Motherfuckin' Sweet and