Luyện nghe bài hát Murder

I'm Pimp C bitch so what the fuck is up?
I'm powder on the streets cuz I got
Big fuckin' nut's comin' back from
In a Fleetwood
I deserve them nigga's shit to put they on they banner
Got the four by four cuz you know I just
Pay to nigga thirty from me
So I forty two, he gonna pop to seven hundred
Times sixty two, twenty eight is what I do
So fuck what do
If I ya cocaine number's you think I was lyin'
Young twenty two talkin' bout they retirin'
In the game ain't a thang comin' far then we
home two apartment's where enter
Tight friends mo to the ounce
Cuz the the shit, I done got me
ounces out of birds ya bitch
Tightin' up no slack bitches my stock
Got some City nigga's so I'm a go to my garage
Just got back from California kicked it with
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 with playa'z from the South gee'z man
Ball I got to stack big cheeze man
Bitch say he wanna ya
You got nine grand I ain't rappin'
Till my in my hand
South Texas mutherfucka where I stay
Gettin' money yo bitches every
Got day
Big I'm foldin'
Hoes is on my mutherfuckin'
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 the trill nigga's so you best's
Not trip if ya on talkin' shit
My nigga empty the
Hoe azz

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

Verse {Bun-B}

this Bun-B bitch and I'm the king
I'm movin' chickens got 'em finger
Stickin' who be trippin'
You need a swift yo azz is right for the pickin'
Now as my pocket's stickin'
I be thinkin' nigga's you sick
When I be now take a look at the
nigga Marl liquor swigger
Playa hata ditch figure
My trigger you bound one hot one in yo liver
You shiver shake and
I'm free nigga you wetter den a river
For what it's worth suburblous some nigga's doin' dirt
her first and take off her skirt
Make the hurt Mister Master
Hit the Swisha faster you keep a
bastard fuck her sister faster
Hit the for sale yo
Brother better my mail hoe
Before I catch a murder case and go to hoe
Hell no, time to bail hit the so
We can sell mo fuckin' get the scale
No other bullet 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 like
Cuz Short Texas bring the
for my muthfucker's
Cookin' to crooked geez
up quarter key's
Just to get the with ease
bee's get on yo knee's
Fill the squeeze them HK one three's
>From to over sea's
We do we please
No cuz we flip
up a dip
I'm breakin' 'em off they hip to yo lip
Go ask boy Skip
nigga Bun rip
With one clip, soon as the gun
Now I ripped out my Barile
Flyin' through yo belly and
Some smelly red jelly is drippin' out of ya
Servin' 'em like a jumped on my cellular telli
Hoe sell it like goin' out of style
You see me Marcus so have a
Motherfuckin' Sweet and