Luyện nghe bài hát Murder

I'm Pimp C bitch so what the fuck is up?
I'm puttin' on the streets cuz I got
Big nut's comin' back from Louisiana
In a Lana
I deserve them shit to put they pea's on they banner
Got the pound four by cuz you know I just
Pay to nigga thirty from 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 cocaine number's you think I was
Young nigga's twenty two talkin' bout they
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 Wood the shit, I got me
Fifty out of birds ya bitch
Tightin' up no bitches checkin' my stock
Got some City nigga's so I'm a go to my garage
Just got back from kicked it with B-Legit
Put me down purple chronic and that hurricane shit
At the with Tom, I wish I could stay
I got to at Master P, cuz we got money to make
We with playa'z from the South gee'z man
Ball I got to stack big cheeze man
Bitch say he wanna ya
You got nine grand I ain't shit
Till my money in my
Texas mutherfucka that's where I stay
Gettin' money from yo bitches
Got day
Big I'm foldin'
is on my mutherfuckin' jock
For all dick I be holdin'
I hate man show it
Especially if a take our style and
Act my nigga's don't know it
I it with the trill 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,

Two: {Bun-B}

Well this bitch and I'm the king
I'm movin' chickens got 'em lickin'
Stickin' who be trippin'
You need a swift kickin' yo azz is right for the
Now as my pocket's stickin'
I be thinkin' nigga's you sick
When I be clickin' now take a at the
Bigger nigga liquor swigger
Playa hata ditch digger
My hair trigger you bound one hot one in yo
You shiver shake and
I'm free from you wetter den a river
For it's worth it's suburblous some nigga's doin' dirt
her first and take off her skirt
Make the pussy hurt Mister
Hit the Swisha faster then you a
Blister bastard fuck her faster
Hit the elbro for yo
better have my mail hoe
Before I catch a murder and go to jail hoe
no, time to bail hit the trail so
We can sell mo yell get the scale
No bullet duck or get shoved
this game they better buck us
Cuz the they love us
Make them dick suckers
Check they jelly like
I hit like
Cuz Short Texas bring the
for my muthfucker's
Cookin' to crooked geez
up quarter key's
Just to get the hook ease
bee's get on yo knee's
Fill the from them HK one three's
here to over sea's
We do we please
No cuz we flip
up a dip
I'm breakin' 'em off they hip to yo lip
Go ask boy Skip
nigga Bun rip
With one clip, as the gun slip
Now I done ripped out my
Flyin' yo belly belly and
Some smelly red jelly is out of ya belly
Servin' 'em like a Deli jumped on my cellular
Hoe it like it's goin' out of style
You can't see me Marcus so a
Sweet and smile