Luyện nghe bài hát Murder Rap

Uh oh, uh oh
Let's get it over
Yo sound boy the levels up
Let's get it with, uh
Squad up in this motherfucker
Where my niggaz at?
My Bronx niggaz, my niggaz
I see you Hat! Uh, Ah aha!
It's time to take it to these right here
Yeah, yo, yo

Who spaz out? Crunchtime, blow ya abs out
you in the fetal position, witcha ass out
Ready to mash out any crew actin'
They the facts of life, frontin' through the camera lights
Despite, we hold it regardless
I got Def Jam me like, "I wish you was my artist"
For starters, the largest cat?
Get a hundred grand from my garbage rap
Now how hard is that? we spit be hot
it's live on Flex or in front of the chicken spot
Grimed out, we really what you rhyme 'bout

See me posted up in the Tunnel, my shines out
Ice cold like Alaska when I ya
Got shakin', losin' they breath, as if they catchin' asthma
Headed to the bar to pop some
Now we in the car home to rock some models
All I in the background is Gucci and Prada
But I'm tryin' to gas these bitches to me for Nada
We the best that it, confess you fronted
Anybody test how much straps, you want it?

Aiyyo the back
Stop it where you at
Let a real nigga rock murderer rap
them thug niggaz, listen to that
Gotchu feelin' it like Joe the God's really bringin' it back

I'm from my days and legends, since age
I was the cause of dope fiends AIDS infections
Most of us are dead, but the rest is
Runnin' in the rec and check me out on the box
A CEO could get optioned to change the channel
It's like tryna take the flesh outta the mouth of cannibals
Joe the God, the flow is
Known for packin' two dozen birds like Ark

I'm the realest of 'em, make you feel the
Catch you at a club, smack you up, ya leather
You niggaz me, beat you out of the mix
Tough talk, walk, but you cry like a bitch
I see you the Cris', I'm not hatin', I'm just aggrevated
I ask myself every day, how these made it?
Fuck around with the don and get
I'm sick of hearin 'em souls for all the cats that it

Aiyyo the gangsta's
it right where you at
Let a real rock real murderer rap
Tell them thug niggaz, listen to
Gotchu feelin' it hard like Joe the really bringin' it back

Aiyyo the kid is
Leave it where you at
Let a nigga hold that, you probably won't clap
them thug niggaz, move it on back
I'm feelin' and I'm hot
Ready to pop the right through your back

That's how Kenny rocks, I'm advanced than how your learnin'
I'm like the force of space balance and while they churnin'
Poppin' rosary beads, piss on ya candle while burnin'
Rush ya crib and pop ya, bodies
Now I know you can the heat I generate
Imagine when I penetrate ya stomach, and make ya body's bake
We can argue for days, it's faster to drop five shots
In ya astronaut before you the stash box

Splash ya brains on ya birds'
Swerve you on the curb, crash the Range, and push the front back
And murk after that, blurtin' words
Yo I popped nigga's son one before we catch the first
kill any murderer, leave a nigga burpin' up
Blood, chokin' on of his lung interior
Every verse that I a personal riff
I meet a ill key frontin', I'm a you shit

play me while disturbin' the Bricks
I'm the feelin' of the first time they ever held a bird in they grip
Motivator thug, scrape 'em, shoot the bolts in his
'em up, make 'em wanna open 'em up
Actin' like I can't happen till I him in his Adam's apple
Death to rappin', I don't battle
I'd rather your studio session and shatter the booth
Clap at ya face, the mic feedback the goof

Aiyyo the back
Stop it right you at
Let a real rock real murderer rap
Tell them thug niggaz, listen to
Gotchu feelin it like Joe the God's really bringin' it back

the kid is back
Leave it where you at
Let a nigga hold that, you probably won't clap
Tell them thug niggaz, it on back
I'm feelin' and I'm hot
Ready to pop the crack right your back