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

* uncredited, but +probably+ Baltimore

[Funkmaster
Murder Inc

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

Child & Tah Murdah]
Yeah put your fingers in the air, we here
And it's money and murda all
Yo it's nothing but the money, cash you feel us
A hundred mill is deep all we killers
Nothing but the niggaz and we after skrilla
So if you in the path or blockin the cash, and we blast
Bitch nigga throw em up, we don't give a fuck
This is Flex shit we party reckless you exit
And all my if you willin to win it like we in it
Throw your guns up, throw em up, and fuck keepin the chome
Spit on some shit and and tear your bones up
Cadillac Escalade sittin on dubs, up
We blow dro in the sections
weapons, smokin sessions
Nigga better respect it or the paramedics be pressing on your
When you gasp for breathe minutes from death
Remorseless, yeah never the
When I spit shit'll rip through your and vest
All my babies 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 the Woodhull gutters
Which means it's still murda

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

[C.B.]
What, what..
What the fuck, been a menace +Volume III+
When I was un un un'nin, pussy coming
Who the fuck what it wit'cha
Chrome twenties on a squad of
Sittin fifty get wit me
hustle nigga, earn stripes
Me and gunnin a turnpike, turn right
Hit that brickball, hardcore, dog
I get in ya, fuck a stage, ya murderer these bars

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

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

[Tah
My BJ
Ronnie
My Pre
My nigga
Flex nigga
Funk Flex