Luyện nghe bài hát The Murderers

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

For real, all the time, any place,
niggaz could get it, act like y'all don't know
In a that's ice cold, blacks die slowly
Cats snatch rollies, leave you holy

My momma always told me the streetz slow me down
Daddy showed me how the heat will hold me down
So now I rob and steal, spit shit you feal, wit a that kills
Yeah my shit's that real, I hustle hard all my life, ran the streetz all

My wife said everything was gonna be a-ait
And she was right and that's one why I love her
But everything she went in one ear and out the other
Word to mother, look at it from a point of view

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

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

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

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

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 where the cake be, I take to the vest
For the love of the dollas I put that hot thru you

And you holla holla, the same niggaz that I ball wit
I'm a wit I'm a tank running in banks and takin' all of it
Player we're flawless, wit nutten to loosin' bustin'
And brossen niggerz y'all can't

shit about it, niggers wanna hit me, forget about it
Thug shit I'm still livin' y'all just spit about it
I rob and stomp niggaz two third of my
The one third spent sittin' on curbz chasin' those birdz

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

And dance with the devil, gunz spit
Gangsta shit, attractin' yo bitch, gettin' head and lean in the sip
I mastered the chipz, nigga I'm to tell you
holdin' hammers and nails and
We you where the dogz couldn't smell you

If you chasin' yesterday, you gon tomorrow
It's motherfucker, we don't beg or borrow
We take shit, you and yo fake bitch
When the eight spit you feel the hatred, taste it
It's blood, when we show blood, we murderers
We throw slugz, we huselazz we sell
And tell live it up till yo time stopz

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

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

up yo crib, it's the murderaz
Who you know wit gunz kill shit
Just we're them hot niggerz
Sell mo records than rock

I'ma lock it down for six months and shock 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' bitches like
The God be the rule, if you're hot keep eyes on your

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

Motherfuckers that
Let the God be his nigga smirloff

Oh my
INC niggers