Luyện nghe bài hát Beautiful Murder

Hmm, let's see - cyphers, couple features knocked down
Nah, I ain't got no

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It's a beautiful murder, go and let the murder
Lights out in the booth, you know that I prefer the
Oh, you a soldier? Then you about to earn the purple
Hit you with a of slugs, call it a work of art
Beautiful murder - I'm you trap rappers and you backpackers
It's a funeral, you know what I do to whack
And you house niggas, comin' me tryin' to act black
Well, be who you are, a black
It's ironic 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, I'm Dylan
Beautiful murder - I'm the words to abuse 'em and serve 'em
a fusion, a musical merger
Bruise 'em and hurt 'em, confuse 'em, I'm usin' a burner
The music is shootin' your sternum, that's confusin' 'em
me of murder, I'm guilty as charged because I play hard
Walk in your and hit your A&R with the AR
Fifteen split spleens, that's for on lyricism, that's for pissin' on big dreams
Why am I so with it?
You don't know shit about rap, you can't be critics
9 millimeter paintbrush your then get it
Blow a portrait on the wall, like Banksy did it
Beautiful murder - a rapper's wig in the booth
You up missin' your roof, but I ain't mention the coupe
I mean your head blown off, missin' it's roof
I'm the illest nigga, is the proof
Shit on your group like a pitcher with
They twitchin' when I appear, in fear that I'm itchin' to
If he say he didn't get his style from me, he's a son of a bitch and a
Causehe this nigga's the pioneer
murder - this shit is so melodic
The kinda shit you listen to while you hittin' on some chronic
Ya talkin' Detox, I'm still mad about me not gettin' on the
I guess niggas they didn't know that I'm it, the best on the coast for
Even though y'all niggas closed your ears, I'm still here
The made ghost to most my peers, while I fly over 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 got my rivals dyin' by the time I spit my final line
It'll be beautiful,
Like an Italian silk tie, but not from Barneys, ain't suitable
For the Circle of Bosses, no squares in my office, not a cubicle
I'm back shit as usual, hope I ain't losin' you

No chill, from now on me No Chill
SSUTT 2 times - COB, up my COB
nigga
COB, niggas act like don't know
What niggas don't know?
Aight, I'mma just keep you motherfuckers until you find out
Ain't fucking me, No Chill my nigga