Luyện nghe bài hát Feelin the Hate - Ja Rule & The Murderers

* uncredited, but +probably+ Charli

Flex]
Murder Inc

[Tah
Y'all motherfuckers know this shit is
Take over nigga (gimme that man)
Flex nigga
Murder Inc
Tah Murdah, Child, C.B., O1
And my Ja Rule

Child & Tah Murdah]
Yeah put your motherfuckin fingers in the air, we
And it's money and murda all
Yo it's nothing but the money, gettin you feel us
A hundred mill is deep all we killers
Nothing but the realer and we after skrilla
So if you in the path or blockin the cash, block and we
Bitch throw em up, we still don't give a fuck
This is shit we party reckless you can't exit
And all my nillas if you willin to win it we in it
Throw your guns up, em up, and fuck keepin the chome tucked
Spit on some shit and shatted and your bones up
Cadillac sittin on dubs, chromed up
We dro in the no-smoking sections
Toting weapons, smokin
better respect it or the paramedics be pressing on your chest
When you gasp for breathe away from death
Remorseless, yeah the less
When I spit shit'll rip through leather and vest
All my 70's on Henny and Haze
me baby, I was slingin twenties in the shade
Killers hate me, niggaz see me in my grave
Niggaz make me, grab the milly and spray
I'm a Pov City hustler, I'm from the gutters
means it's still murda motherfucker

[Chorus: Bumps]
Have you ever had a pussy nigga his mouth
a nigga that you kill, let him die down south
Get in there, catch the body, spit it and
I'm druged up of an ounce of 'dro, I want
And the same who killed your pops, kill em all
Stop, wait, the eight
Feelin the hate, come out, get on one
Proper, killer, copper, shit has just

[C.B.]
What, what..
What the fuck, been a since +Volume III+
I was un un un'nin, pussy second coming
Who the fuck what it wit'cha
Chrome twenties on a squad of
spittin fifty get wit me
Bitch hustle nigga, stripes
Me and Chi-ha gunnin a turnpike, right
Hit brickball, hardcore, platinum dog
I get in ya, fuck a stage, ya murderer these bars

As far as the go I'm hungry, I need this bread
I sharin with none of y'all, I'm killin niggaz instead
Poppin lead, somebody's gonna wind up
Hard drugs over the edge, I'm out of my
Y'all ready to die?
I'm layin down flat, you'll be dead in the sky
Niggaz built for crime
Niggaz ain't built for street life, so fuck mics
Fuck pigs, fuck police, for life nigga

[Ja
Motherfuckers, I'm untearable and piss on you
That heat you spit, I spits too
Put three in you, match yo'
It's really the Rule nigga that them thangs
For real, in my bloodline ready to kill
Cause I happen to know you
about time I expose you
The world over, you niggaz it's all over
Get ready, the hostile murderers over
You scared but don't
Cause I like my slugs in excess, and makes the wet steps
I, mack cold blooded and bitches I love it
I'll your character and think nothin of it
I'm a Murderer, niggaz not value they life
Cause I'm a Murderer, niggaz be ready to die
I'm a Murderer, niggaz scared all in they eyes
Funk Flex, I-N-C, it's for life

Murdah]
My BJ
Ronnie
My Pre
My nigga
Funk Flex
Funk Flex