Luyện nghe bài hát The Murderers

Word to God, know who the fuck this is
You know we would kidnap yo
You know what the we do
Murder bitch like you

For real, all the time, any place,
Y'all niggaz get it, act like y'all don't know
In a world that's ice cold, die slowly
Cats snatch rollies, 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 that
Yeah my shit's that real, I hustle hard all my life, ran the all night

My wife alwayz said everything was be a-ait
And she was and that's one reason why I love her
But everything she said went in one ear and out the
Word to mother, look at it from a point of view

When the kids clothes, what a thug gon do?
Hit the and hustle, pick up the heat and bust you
I'm tryin' to eat Russel, murda is my hustle
But you keep yesterday, you gon miss tomorrow

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

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

If you yesterday, you gon miss tomorrow
It's murda motherfucker, we don't beg or
We shit, fuck you and yo fake bitch
When the eight spit you could the hatred, taste it
It's your blood, when we blood, we murderers
We slugz, we huselazz we sell drugz
And thugz 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 take three to the
For the love of the dollas I put that hot shit you

And watch you holla holla, the same that I ball wit
I'm a brawl wit I'm a tank in banks and takin' all of it
Player flawless, wit nutten to loosin' gunz bustin'
And brossen y'all can't live

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

If you ever get the to come by and try to test
There's only one and then you get numb and lied to
murda the only code to the ghetto
It's murda, nigga hand me the

And with the devil, gunz rapidly spit
Gangsta shit, attractin' yo bitch, gettin' head and back in the sip
I mastered the chipz, I'm tryin' to tell you
You're hammers and nails 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, you and yo fake bitch
When the eight spit you could the hatred, taste it
It's your blood, when we show blood, we
We slugz, we huselazz we sell drugz
And tell thugz it up till yo time stopz

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

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

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

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

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

understand that
Let the God be his nigga smirloff

Oh my
Murder INC