Luyện nghe bài hát Genocide

Stone cold killers in these streets
One hand on the 9, all on me
Murder,
Murder,
Call emergency
Hands up in the air for the you'll see
It's murder, it's
Murder,

My daddy done killed a
Went and put that dome to her
My daddy done you
Don't feel a pull a part man and
(Let me up!) it look like?
See my done kill 'em dead
come down from the earth
My done killa you
Don't feel a pull a that man and
(Let me up!) it look?

Stone cold killers in Compton streets
One hand on the 9, all on me
Murder,
Murder,
9-1-1 emergency
Hands up in the air for the words see
It's murder, murder
Murder,

(It's a 187 in this bitch!)
Murderess, listen, hit a suburban whippin'
windows ride at your wifey (Blah!) and I bet you miss her
Reload the protools and we throw the in both trays
That's one on the left and one in the right hand, Scottie Pippen ways
Been doin' bys got this music industry time lined
Lookin' like Rosecrans when throw up them signs, but I
I'm talkin' about that bottom where it's hot
Shit, I'm just tryna get paid and 'em guys high
I feel like I could just bury 'em, bury 'em
Cause delirium, mass hysteria, scarier
I'm very aware that hip hop needed somethin' to it
So I married that bitch and down in that chariot
Hangin' way too close, beware the barrier
This is hub city nigga, don't make us you
Man, you should be realistic, niggas 'round here ballistic
We did the numbers and you lookin' like another

cold killers in these Compton streets
One on the 9, all eyes on me
Murder,
Murder,
Call emergency
up in the air for the world to see
It's murder, murder
Murder,

Ahh, recognize whatever side the sides reside until the has risen
Live in a project building, the module ceilings
I ride, ride in a stolen jeep
Ride with the eyes of blind men, my vision (Corrupted)
Mama tried counselin', plans for Kendrick (But fuck it)
My ties, had sabotaged Rosecrans existence (abducted)
My aliens on surveillance, they payed me a (Disgusting)
Our stadium's packed, raiders in
drippin', silver bullet, palladium in my strap
I lie on the side of a one way
Nowhere to go, all I can see
I say "Fuck is up?", I 'em up, your supper's up or somethings up
I hoping all get orthotist, it before the double dutch broke
Plenty with the weapon I protect it under oath
My discretion, fuck your blessing, fuck life
Fuck your hope, fuck mama
Fuck daddy, fuck you dead homie
Fuck the up when we came up, that's Compton homie!

Murder,


It's all

Murder,
Murder,
been a murder
(It's been a 187 in bitch!)