Luyện nghe bài hát Murder

I'm still Pimp C bitch so what the is up?
I'm puttin' on the streets cuz I got
Big fuckin' nut's back from Louisiana
In a Fleetwood
I them nigga's shit to put they pea's on they banner
Got the pound four by four cuz you know I
Pay to nigga bought thirty 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 told ya cocaine you think I was lyin'
Young nigga's twenty two bout they retirin'
In the game a thang comin' far then we been
Rick's two apartment's where enter
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 Burban City nigga's so I'm a go to my
Just got back California kicked it with B-Legit
Put me down with purple chronic and that hurricane
At the studio Tom, I wish I could stay
I got to at Master P, cuz we got money to make
We playa'z from the South stack gee'z man
Like Ball I got to stack big man
say he wanna show ya
You got nine grand I rappin' shit
Till my in my hand
South Texas mutherfucka where I stay
Gettin' money yo bitches every
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 take our style and
Act my nigga's don't know it
I kick it with the 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 movin' chickens got 'em finger
Stickin' who be trippin'
You need a kickin' yo azz is right for the pickin'
Now down as my stickin'
I be thinkin' nigga's you sick
When I be clickin' now a look at the
nigga Marl liquor swigger
Playa ditch digger figure
My trigger you bound one hot one in yo liver
You shiver and quiver
I'm free from nigga you wetter den a
For what it's worth suburblous some nigga's doin' dirt
Fuck her first and off her skirt
Make the hurt Mister Master
Hit the Swisha faster then you a
Blister bastard her sister faster
Hit the elbro for yo
Brother have my mail hoe
Before I a murder case and go to jail hoe
Hell no, time to hit the trail so
We can sell mo fuckin' yell get the
No other duck or get shoved
Inside this game they better us
Cuz the clucker's they us
them class dick suckers
Check they like smoker's
I hit nun-chuckers
Cuz Short Texas bring the
This for my
cheese to crooked geez
Rockin' up key's
Just to get the hook with
bee's get on yo knee's
Fill the from them HK one three's
>From here to over
We do what we
No cuz we flip
up a dip
I'm breakin' 'em off from hip to yo lip
Go ask boy Skip
nigga Bun rip
With one clip, as the gun slip
Now I done ripped out my
Flyin' yo belly belly and
smelly red jelly is drippin' out of ya belly
Servin' 'em like a 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