Luyện nghe bài hát Genocide

Stone cold in these Compton streets
One hand on the 9, all on me
Murder,
Murder,
Call 9-1-1
Hands up in the air for the words see
murder, it's murder
Murder,

My daddy done a bitch
Went and put that to her head
My daddy killa you
Don't feel a pull a that man and
(Let me up!) What it look
See my daddy kill 'em dead
Bullets come down from the
My done killa you
Don't a pull a part that man and
(Let me up!) it look?

Stone cold killers in these Compton
One on the 9, all eyes on me
Murder,
Murder,
Call emergency
Hands up in the air for the words see
murder, it's murder
Murder,

(It's been a 187 in bitch!)
Murderess, murder listen, hit a suburban
Tinted windows ride at your wifey (Blah!) and I bet you her
Reload the protools and we throw the clip in trays
That's one on the left and one in the right hand, Scottie both ways
Been doin' drive bys got this music industry lined
Lookin' like Rosecrans when niggas throw up signs, but I
I'm talkin' about that bottom where it's hot
Shit, I'm just get paid and keep 'em guys high
I feel like I could just bury 'em, bury 'em
Cause delirium, mass hysteria, area
I'm aware that hip hop needed somethin' to carry it
So I married that bitch and swung down in chariot
Hangin' way too fuckin' close, the barrier
This is hub city nigga, make us embarrass you
Man, you should be realistic, these niggas here ballistic
We did the and you lookin' like another statistic

Stone killers in these Compton streets
One on the 9, all eyes on me
Murder,
Murder,
Call emergency
Hands up in the air for the to see
It's murder, it's
Murder,

Ahh, recognize whatever side the sides until the dead has risen
Live in a project building, dodgin' the module
I ride, ride in a stolen jeep
with the eyes of five blind men, my vision (Corrupted)
Mama tried counselin', five plans for (But fuck it)
My family's ties, had Rosecrans existence (abducted)
My on surveillance, they payed me a visit (Disgusting)
Our packed, raiders in black
Curls drippin', silver bullet, palladium in my
I lie on the of a one way street
Nowhere to go, all I can see
I say "Fuck is up?", I fuck 'em up, your up or somethings up
I hoping all get orthotist, rope it before the double dutch
Plenty with the weapon I protect it under oath
My discretion, fuck blessing, fuck your life
Fuck your hope, fuck mama
your daddy, fuck you dead homie
Fuck the world up when we up, that's Compton homie!

Murder,


It's all

Murder,
Murder,
It's a murder
(It's a 187 in this bitch!)