Luyện nghe bài hát The Murderers

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

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

My momma always told me the streetz slow me down
Daddy never showed me how the heat will hold me
So now I rob and steal, spit shit you feal, wit a clique that
my shit's that real, I hustle hard all my life, ran the streetz all night

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

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

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

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

If you yesterday, you gon miss tomorrow
murda motherfucker, we don't beg or borrow
We take shit, you and yo fake bitch
When the eight you could feel the hatred, taste it
your blood, when we show blood, we murderers
We slugz, we huselazz we sell drugz
And thugz live it up till yo time stopz

Yo I a fuck if y'all niggaz hate me, I drop bodies off
Where the be but lately, I've been hitin' cribz
And safes the cake be, I take three to the vest
For the of the dollas I put that hot shit thru you

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

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 other one third spent sittin' on curbz those birdz

If you get the urge to come by and try to test
There's only one and then you get numb and lied to
It's murda the only to the ghetto
It's murda, nigga hand me the

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

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

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

I'ma degenerate nigga addicted to hydro, four lanes
Top wit my eyes closed, got a death wish
Money, drugz, and murderer
What you want with this, we'll yo kids

Clap up yo crib, it's the
Who you know wit that kill shit
Just because them hot niggerz
Sell mo records rock niggaz

I'ma lock it down for six months and shock niggaz what's my
J the A. R U L E with them get between more sheetz than isley
You can't deny me, I'm the muthafuckin' one, druggin' bitches heroin
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 thorough bread demand and the raw
I put my smash down from N Y to Chi town INC murder in roundz
You don't wanna her how it soundz, we cock them flames
It's and ain't shit gon change niggaz

Motherfuckers that
Let the God be his here nigga

Oh my
INC niggers