Luyện nghe bài hát Murder

I'm still Pimp C bitch so the fuck is up?
I'm powder on the streets cuz I got
Big fuckin' comin' back from Louisiana
In a Fleetwood
I deserve them nigga's shit to put pea's on they banner
Got the pound four by cuz you know I just
Pay to nigga bought from me
So I forty two, he gonna pop to seven hundred
Times sixty two, four eight is what I do
So what 'cha do
If I told ya cocaine number's you think I was
nigga's twenty two talkin' bout they retirin'
In the game ain't a thang comin' far then we
Rick's home two 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 bitches checkin' my stock
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 purple chronic and hurricane shit
At the studio with Tom, I wish I stay
I got to holla at P, cuz we got money to make
We with playa'z from the South stack man
Ball I got to stack big cheeze man
Bitch say he wanna ya
You got nine grand I ain't shit
my money in my hand
South mutherfucka that's where I stay
Gettin' money from yo bitches
Got day
Big I'm foldin'
Hoes is on my mutherfuckin'
For all this I be holdin'
I hate grown man it
if a fool take our style and
Act my nigga's don't know it
I kick it with the nigga's so you best's
Not trip if ya keep on talkin'
My nigga the clip
Hoe azz

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

Verse {Bun-B}

Well this Bun-B bitch and I'm the
I'm movin' chickens got 'em lickin'
Stickin' who be trippin'
You need a kickin' yo azz is right for the pickin'
Now down as my pocket's
I be thinkin' nigga's slippin' you
When I be clickin' now a look at the
Bigger nigga Marl swigger
Playa hata digger figure
My trigger you bound one hot one in yo liver
You shake and quiver
I'm free nigga you wetter den a river
For what it's worth suburblous some nigga's doin' dirt
her first and take off her skirt
Make the pussy hurt Mister
Hit the faster then you keep a
bastard fuck her sister faster
Hit the for sale yo
Brother better my mail hoe
I catch a murder 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 duck or get
Inside this game better buck us
Cuz the clucker's love us
Make class dick suckers
Check they like smoker's
I hit like
Cuz Short bring the rukus
for my muthfucker's
Cookin' cheese to crooked
Rockin' up quarter
Just to get the hook ease
Wanna get on yo knee's
Fill the from them HK one three's
>From here to sea's
We do we please
No trip cuz we
up a dip
I'm breakin' 'em off they hip to yo lip
Go ask that boy
nigga Bun rip
With one clip, as the gun slip
Now I done ripped out my
Flyin' through yo belly and
Some smelly red is drippin' out of ya belly
Servin' 'em like a Deli jumped on my cellular
Hoe it like it's goin' out of style
You see me Marcus so have a
Motherfuckin' Sweet and