Luyện nghe bài hát Genocide

Stone cold in these Compton streets
One hand on the 9, all on me
Murder,
Murder,
Call emergency
Hands up in the air for the you'll see
murder, it's murder
Murder,

My daddy done killed a
and put that dome to her head
My daddy killa you
Don't feel a a part that man and
(Let me up!) it look like?
See my daddy kill 'em dead
come down from the earth
My daddy done you
Don't feel a pull a part man and
(Let me up!) What it

Stone cold in these Compton streets
One on the 9, all eyes on me
Murder,
Murder,
Call 9-1-1
Hands up in the air for the you'll see
It's murder, murder
Murder,

(It's been a 187 in bitch!)
Murderess, murder listen, hit a suburban
windows ride at your wifey (Blah!) and I bet you miss her
Reload the protools and we throw the clip in trays
That's one on the left and one in the right hand, Scottie Pippen both
doin' drive bys got this music industry time lined
Lookin' like Rosecrans when throw up them signs, but I
I'm talkin' about that bottom it's hot grinds
Shit, I'm just tryna get paid and keep 'em guys
Sometimes I feel like I could bury 'em, bury 'em
Cause delirium, mass hysteria, scarier
I'm very aware hip hop needed somethin' to carry it
So I married that bitch and swung down in chariot
Hangin' way too fuckin' close, the barrier
This is hub nigga, don't make us embarrass you
Man, you should be realistic, these niggas 'round here
We did the and you lookin' like another statistic

cold killers in these Compton streets
One on the 9, all eyes on me
Murder,
Murder,
9-1-1 emergency
Hands up in the air for the to see
It's murder, murder
Murder,

Ahh, recognize whatever the sides reside until the dead has risen
Live in a project building, dodgin' the module
I ride, I'mma in a stolen jeep
Ride with the eyes of five men, my vision (Corrupted)
Mama counselin', five plans for Kendrick (But fuck it)
My family's ties, had Rosecrans existence (abducted)
My on surveillance, they payed me a visit (Disgusting)
Our stadium's packed, raiders in
Curls drippin', bullet, palladium in my strap
I lie on the of a one way street
to go, death all I can see
I say "Fuck is up?", I fuck 'em up, your supper's up or up
I hoping all get orthotist, rope it the double dutch broke
Plenty with the weapon I protect it under oath
My discretion, your blessing, fuck your life
Fuck your hope, fuck your
Fuck your daddy, fuck you dead
Fuck the up when we came up, that's Compton homie!

Murder,


It's all

Murder,
Murder,
It's been a
(It's a 187 in this bitch!)