Luyện nghe bài hát Murder Rap

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

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

See me up in the Tunnel, with my shines out
Ice cold like Alaska I pass ya
Got girls shakin', losin' they breath, as if catchin' asthma
Headed to the bar to pop bottles
Now we in the car headed home to some models
All I hear in the is Gucci and Prada
But I'm tryin' to gas these to screw me for Nada
We the that done it, confess you fronted
Anybody wanna test how straps, you want it?

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

I'm from my and legends, since age eleven
I was the of dope fiends catchin' AIDS infections
of us are dead, but the rest is locked
Runnin' in the rec room and me out on the box
A CEO could get optioned tryin' to the channel
It's like tryna take the flesh outta the mouth of hungry
Joe the God, the is hard
Known for two dozen birds like Noah's Ark

I'm the realest of 'em, you feel the pressure
Catch you at a club, smack you up, steal ya
You niggaz soften me, you out of the mix
talk, tough walk, but you cry like a bitch
I see you downin' the Cris', I'm not hatin', I'm aggrevated
I ask myself every day, how faggots made it?
Fuck around the don and get decapitated
I'm sick of 'em souls for all the cats that made it

the gangsta's back
Stop it right you at
Let a real nigga rock murderer rap
Tell thug niggaz, listen to that
Gotchu it hard like Joe the God's really bringin' it back

the kid is back
Leave it where you at
Let a real nigga hold that, you probably clap
them thug niggaz, move it on back
I'm tight and I'm hot
Ready to pop the right through your back

That's how rocks, I'm more advanced than how your learnin'
I'm the force of space balance and planets while they churnin'
rosary beads, piss on ya candle while it's burnin'
Rush ya widows crib and pop ya,
Now I know you can feel the I generate
when I penetrate ya stomach, and make ya body's center bake
We can argue for days, whether it's faster to drop shots
In ya before you cloud the stash box

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

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

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

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