Luyện nghe bài hát The Murderers

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

For real, all the time, any place,
Y'all niggaz could get it, act like y'all know
In a world ice cold, blacks die slowly
Cats snatch rollies, leave 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, spit shit you feal, wit a clique that
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
to mother, look at it from a thug point of view

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

It's murda motherfucker we beg or borrow
We take shit, fuck you and yo fake bitch, when the spit
You feel the hatred, taste it
You high right now, you ain't to die right now

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

If you chasin' yesterday, you gon tomorrow
It's murda motherfucker, we don't beg or
We take shit, fuck you and yo bitch
the eight spit you could feel the hatred, taste it
It's your blood, when we show blood, we
We throw slugz, we we sell drugz
And tell thugz live it up till yo time

Yo I give a fuck if y'all hate me, I drop bodies off
Where the lakes be but lately, been hitin' cribz
And safes the cake be, I take three to the vest
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 running in banks and takin' all of it
Player we're flawless, wit nutten to gunz bustin'
And brossen y'all can't live

Funny shit about it, 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 sittin' on curbz those birdz

If you get the urge to come by and try to test
There's only one and then you get and lied to rest
It's the only code to the ghetto
It's murda, nigga me the bezzle

And with the devil, gunz 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' and nails and
We you where the dogz couldn't smell you

If you yesterday, you gon miss tomorrow
It's murda motherfucker, we don't beg or
We take shit, you and yo fake bitch
When the eight spit you could feel the hatred, it
It's your blood, we show blood, we murderers
We throw slugz, we we sell drugz
And tell thugz live it up yo time stopz

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

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

Clap up yo crib, the murderaz
Who you know wit gunz that shit
Just we're them hot niggerz
Sell mo records rock niggaz

lock it down for six months and shock niggaz what's my name?
J the A. R U L E with them hoez get between more than isley
You can't deny me, I'm the muthafuckin' one, druggin' like heroin
The God be the rule, if you're hot keep eyes on jewels

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

Motherfuckers understand
Let the God be his here smirloff

Oh my
Murder INC