Luyện nghe bài hát The Murderers

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

For real, all the time, any place,
Y'all niggaz could get it, act like y'all don't
In a world that's ice cold, die slowly
Cats snatch rollies, gats'll you holy

My momma always me the streetz will slow me down
Daddy never showed me how the heat hold me down
So now I rob and steal, shit you feal, wit a clique that kills
Yeah my shit's that real, I hustle all my life, ran the streetz all night

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

When the need clothes, what a thug gon do?
Hit the streetz and hustle, up the heat and bust you
I'm tryin' to eat like Russel, is my hustle
But you keep chasin' yesterday, you gon miss

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

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

If you yesterday, you gon miss tomorrow
It's motherfucker, we don't beg or borrow
We take shit, fuck you and yo bitch
When the 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 tell live it up till yo time stopz

Yo I give a fuck if y'all niggaz hate me, I drop 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 niggaz 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 niggerz y'all live

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'ma 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 me, I'm the muthafuckin' one, druggin' bitches like heroin
The God be the rule, if you're hot eyes on your jewels

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

Motherfuckers understand
Let the God be his nigga smirloff

Oh my
INC niggers