Luyện nghe bài hát The Murderers

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

For real, all the time, any place,
Y'all niggaz could get it, act 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 slow me
Daddy showed me how the heat will hold me down
So now I rob and steal, spit you feal, wit a clique that kills
Yeah my shit's that real, I hustle hard all my life, ran the streetz all

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
to mother, look at it from a thug point of view

When the kids need clothes, what a gon do?
Hit the streetz and hustle, pick up the heat and you
I'm to eat like Russel, murda is my hustle
But you keep chasin' yesterday, you gon tomorrow

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

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

If you chasin' yesterday, you gon tomorrow
It's murda motherfucker, we don't beg or
We take shit, fuck you and yo bitch
When the spit you could feel the hatred, taste it
It's your blood, we show blood, we murderers
We throw slugz, we we sell drugz
And thugz live it up till yo time stopz

Yo I give a fuck if niggaz hate me, I drop bodies off
Where the lakes be but lately, I've been hitin'
And safes where the cake be, I take three to the
For the love of the dollas I put that hot thru you

And watch you holla holla, the niggaz that I ball wit
I'm a brawl wit I'm a tank in banks and takin' all of it
Player we're flawless, wit nutten to loosin' gunz
And brossen niggerz y'all live

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

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

And dance with the devil, rapidly spit
shit, attractin' yo bitch, gettin' head and lean back in the sip
I mastered the chipz, nigga I'm to tell you
You're holdin' and nails and
We have you the dogz couldn't smell you

If you chasin' yesterday, you gon miss
It's motherfucker, we don't beg or borrow
We take shit, fuck you and yo bitch
the eight spit you could feel the hatred, taste it
It's your blood, when we blood, we murderers
We throw slugz, we huselazz we sell
And thugz live it up till yo time stopz

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

I'ma degenerate nigga addicted to hydro, four lanes
Top wit my eyes closed, got a death wish
Money, drugz, and murderer
What you with this, we'll kidnap yo kids

Clap up yo crib, the murderaz
Who you know wit gunz that kill
Just because them hot niggerz
Sell mo records rock niggaz

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

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

Motherfuckers understand
Let the God be his here smirloff

Oh my
Murder INC