Luyện nghe bài hát The Murderers

Word to God, y'all know who the this is
You know we kidnap yo kidz
You know what the we do
Murder niggaz 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, die slowly
Cats snatch rollies, gats'll you holy

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

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

the kids need clothes, what a thug gon do?
Hit the streetz and hustle, pick up the heat and you
I'm tryin' to eat Russel, murda is my hustle
But you keep chasin' yesterday, you gon tomorrow

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

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

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

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

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

Funny shit about it, niggers wanna hit me, forget it
Thug shit I'm still livin' niggaz just spit about it
I rob and stomp niggaz two of my life
The other one third spent sittin' on curbz chasin' those

If you ever get the urge to come by and try to
There's only one and you get numb and lied to rest
It's murda the only code to the
It's murda, hand me the bezzle

And dance with the devil, gunz spit
Gangsta shit, attractin' yo bitch, gettin' and lean back in the sip
I mastered the chipz, I'm tryin' to tell you
holdin' hammers and nails and
We have you where the dogz smell you

If you yesterday, you gon miss tomorrow
It's murda motherfucker, we beg or borrow
We take shit, fuck you and yo fake
When the eight spit you could feel the hatred, it
It's your blood, when we blood, we murderers
We throw slugz, we we sell drugz
And tell thugz live it up yo time stopz

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

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

Clap up yo crib, the murderaz
Who you wit gunz that kill shit
Just because we're hot niggerz
Sell mo records rock niggaz

I'ma lock it down for six and shock niggaz what's my name?
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, bitches like heroin
The God be the rule, if you're hot eyes on your jewels

To cop a Benz inch chrome, the shoes, I got nuttin' to lose
But everything to for thorough bread demand and supply the raw
I put my down from N Y to Chi town INC murder spittin' in roundz
You don't her how it soundz, when we cock them flames
It's murda and ain't shit gon niggaz

understand that
Let the God be his nigga smirloff

Oh my
Murder INC