Luyện nghe bài hát Murder

I'm still Pimp C bitch so what the is up?
I'm powder on the streets cuz I got
Big fuckin' nut's comin' from Louisiana
In a Lana
I them nigga's shit to put they pea's on they banner
Got the pound by four cuz you know I just
Pay to nigga bought thirty me
So I fronted forty two, he pop to seven hundred
Times sixty two, twenty eight is what I do
So what 'cha do
If I told ya number's you think I was lyin'
Young nigga's twenty two talkin' bout they
In the game ain't a thang comin' far we been
home two apartment's where enter
Tight friends mo bounce to the
Cuz the the shit, I done got me
ounces out of birds ya bitch
Tightin' up no slack bitches checkin' my
Got some Burban City so I'm a go to my garage
Just got back from California kicked it B-Legit
Put me down with chronic and that hurricane shit
At the studio Tom, I wish I could stay
I got to holla at Master P, cuz we got to make
We with playa'z from the South gee'z man
Like Ball I got to stack big man
Bitch say he show ya
You got nine I ain't rappin' shit
Till my in my hand
South Texas mutherfucka that's I stay
Gettin' from yo bitches every
Got day
Big paper I'm
is on my mutherfuckin' jock
For all this dick I be
I hate 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 the clip
Hoe azz

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

Verse Two:

this Bun-B bitch and I'm the king
I'm movin' chickens got 'em finger
nigga's who be trippin'
You need a swift kickin' yo azz is for the pickin'
Now down as my pocket's
I be thinkin' nigga's slippin' you
I be clickin' now take a look at the
Bigger nigga Marl liquor
hata ditch digger figure
My hair trigger you bound one hot one in yo
You shake and quiver
I'm free from nigga you wetter den a
For what it's it's suburblous some nigga's doin' dirt
Fuck her and take off her skirt
Make the pussy Mister Master
Hit the faster then you keep a
Blister bastard her sister faster
Hit the for sale yo
Brother better my mail hoe
Before I catch a case and go to jail hoe
Hell no, to bail hit the trail so
We can mo fuckin' yell get the scale
No other bullet or get shoved
this game they better buck us
Cuz the clucker's love us
Make them class suckers
Check they jelly smoker's
I hit nun-chuckers
Cuz Texas bring the rukus
for my muthfucker's
Cookin' to crooked geez
Rockin' up key's
Just to get the with ease
Wanna get on yo knee's
Fill the squeeze them HK one three's
here to over sea's
We do what we
No trip cuz we
up a dip
I'm breakin' 'em off from hip to yo lip
Go ask that boy
nigga Bun rip
With one clip, as the gun slip
Now I done out my Barile
Flyin' yo belly belly and
Some red jelly is drippin' out of ya belly
Servin' 'em a Deli jumped on my cellular telli
Hoe sell it like it's goin' out of
You can't see me Marcus so a
Sweet and smile