Luyện nghe bài hát The Murderers

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

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

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

My alwayz said everything was gonna be a-ait
And she was right and one reason why I love her
But everything she went in one ear and out the other
Word to mother, look at it from a thug point of

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Clap up yo crib, it's the
Who you know wit gunz kill shit
Just because we're hot niggerz
mo records than rock niggaz

I'ma lock it down for six months and shock niggaz my name?
J the A. R U L E with hoez get between more sheetz than isley
You can't deny me, I'm the one, druggin' bitches like heroin
The God be the rule, if you're hot eyes on your jewels

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

understand that
Let the God be his here smirloff

Oh my
INC niggers