Luyện nghe bài hát Beautiful Murder

Hmm, let's see - couple cyphers, couple features knocked
Nah, I got no chill

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It's a beautiful murder, go and let the murder
Lights out in the booth, you know that I the dark
Oh, you a soldier? Then you about to earn the purple
Hit you with a couple of slugs, call it a of art
murder - I'm killin' you trap rappers and you backpackers
It's a funeral, you know what I do to rappers
And you niggas, comin' around me tryin' to act black
Well, be who you are, a cracker
ironic that some of my niggas is white, we niggas for life
Nigga we icons, bigger than life, nigga we pipe
up whoever pick up the mic
Lettin' that hot fire kiss 'em goodnight, nigga I'm
murder - I'm usin' the words to abuse 'em and serve 'em
It's a fusion, a musical
Bruise 'em and 'em, confuse 'em, think I'm usin' a burner
The music is your sternum, that's confusin' 'em further
Accuse me of murder, I'm guilty as charged I play hard
Walk in label and hit your A&R with the AR
split spleens, that's for pissin' on lyricism, that's for pissin' on big dreams
Why am I so angry it?
You don't know shit about rap, you niggas be critics
9 millimeter paintbrush brains then get it
Blow a portrait on the wall, like Banksy did it
Beautiful murder - chop a rapper's wig in the
You pull up missin' your roof, but I mention the coupe
I mean your head off, body missin' it's roof
I'm the illest nigga, this is the
Shit on your group like a pitcher with
twitchin' when I appear, in fear that I'm itchin' to fire
If he say he didn't get his style from me, a son of a bitch and a liar
know this nigga's the pioneer
Beautiful - this shit is so melodic
The kinda shit that you listen to while you hittin' on some
Ya talkin' Detox, I'm mad about me not gettin' on the Chronic
I guess niggas they didn't know that I'm it, the on the coast for years
Even though y'all niggas your ears, I'm still here perseverin'
The industry made ghost to most my peers, while I fly the coast in Leers
and cheers, but fuck celebrations, I sell abrasions, contusions
Transfusions needed, you're bloods oozin', you're losin' your vital
Homicidal rhymes got my dyin' by the time I spit my final line
It'll be beautiful,
Like an Italian silk tie, but not Barneys, they ain't suitable
For the Circle of Bosses, no in my office, not even a cubicle
I'm back killin' shit as usual, hope I losin' you

No chill, from now on call me No
2 times - COB, what up my COB
Slaughterhouse
COB, niggas act like they know
y'all niggas don't know?
Aight, I'mma just hittin' you motherfuckers until you find out
Ain't fucking with me, No Chill my