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 fuckin' nut's back from Louisiana
In a Fleetwood
I deserve them nigga's shit to put they pea's on they
Got the pound by four cuz you know I just
Pay to nigga bought thirty me
So I fronted forty two, he pop to seven hundred
Times sixty two, twenty four is what I do
So what 'cha do
If I told ya number's you think I was lyin'
Young nigga's twenty two talkin' bout retirin'
In the game a thang comin' far then we been
Rick's two apartment's where enter
friends mo bounce to the ounce
Cuz the the shit, I done got me
Fifty ounces out of birds ya
Tightin' up no slack bitches my stock
Got some City nigga's so I'm a go to my garage
got back from California kicked it with B-Legit
Put me down with chronic and that hurricane shit
At the studio with Tom, I wish I stay
I got to at Master P, cuz we got money to make
We playa'z from the South stack gee'z man
Like Ball I got to big cheeze man
Bitch say he wanna ya
You got nine grand I ain't rappin'
my money in my hand
South Texas mutherfucka where I stay
money from yo bitches every
Got day
Big paper I'm
Hoes is on my jock
For all this dick I be
I hate grown man it
Especially if a take our style and
Act like my nigga's don't it
I kick it with the trill nigga's so you
Not trip if ya on talkin' shit
My nigga the clip
Hoe azz

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

Verse Two:

Well this Bun-B and I'm the king
I'm movin' chickens got 'em lickin'
nigga's who be trippin'
You need a swift kickin' yo azz is right for the
Now as my pocket's stickin'
I be thinkin' slippin' you sick
When I be clickin' now a look at the
Bigger nigga Marl swigger
Playa ditch digger figure
My hair trigger you bound one hot one in yo
You shake and quiver
I'm free nigga you wetter den a river
For what it's worth it's suburblous nigga's doin' dirt
Fuck her first and take off her
the pussy hurt Mister Master
Hit the Swisha faster then you a
Blister bastard fuck her faster
Hit the for sale yo
Brother better have my hoe
Before I catch a murder case and go to hoe
Hell no, time to bail hit the so
We can mo fuckin' yell get the scale
No other duck or get shoved
Inside this they better buck us
Cuz the clucker's love us
Make class dick suckers
Check they jelly like
I hit nun-chuckers
Cuz Short bring the rukus
for my muthfucker's
Cookin' cheese to crooked
up quarter key's
Just to get the hook ease
bee's get on yo knee's
Fill the squeeze from them HK one
>From to over sea's
We do what we
No trip cuz we
up a dip
I'm 'em off from they hip to yo lip
Go ask that boy
That Bun rip
With one clip, soon as the gun
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 on my cellular telli
Hoe sell it like it's goin' out of
You can't see me Marcus so a
Motherfuckin' Sweet and