Luyện nghe bài hát Murda Murda

Out in the
They it murder
Up (in the street)
Gun (in the street)
Niggaz (in the street)
Get and (they call it murder)
Up (in the street)
Gun (in the street)
Buck and (they call it murder)

Murder, murder, mu-murder, murder, mu-murder streets (I'm 'bout to)
Murder, murder, mu-murder, murder, these streets (I'm 'bout to)
Murder, murder, mu-murder, murder, mu-murder these (I'm 'bout to)
Murder, murder, mu-murder, murder, mu-murder streets

I up
My gun
I a fuck
So, to jamrock
No, welcome to my block
Where the and cans pop
For the ones and tan
play in the sandbox
Other
Lay in with sandtops
You can't stop

Murder, murder, mu-murder, murder, mu-murder shit,
Servin', servin', se-servin', servin', bricks, we
Purchase, purchase, pu-purchase, and purchase, whips, we
Swervin, swervin, sw-swervin, swervin, on purpose,

Try to me, you ain't, kid
Try to pop me, you can't
If so, you'll need an oxygen tank,
And for those
I'm no
I'm Scarface, coked up, you know
[sniff] I think I another hit
You know who you fuckin' with
I
I
My hang, yup
So don't get it confused or up
My dudes will up
The ruger, dump, bup bup
And (they it murder)
Act stupid, the shootin [gunshot]
leave you there, leave you square
Box style, box style, he who (dares)
play
Be now, calm down cuz
We all know not a killa killa gorilla, man
Y'all know I get scrilla scrilla f'reala, fam
Catch me in the chinchilla all the winter, man
Never catch me trippin', slippin', and me, damn
I the hood love
They show me back
And the hood is where my heart is, so I that
Nah, you can't keep a black man
I'm worldwide, Harlem's own, Manhattan

AY
Killa, killa, more killin' killin' for killa
Feel the deal, the chinchillas, they can fit on
Santana, bananas, bananas, wrapped in bandannas
Hammers, hammers, no cameras, you'll be runnin to (nana nana)
Nana nana Santana, he be holding
killa kills civilians, you know I'm no better
Mo' betta' betta', cheddar, you'll be dead on your lever
For cheddar, heads we sever, go get it together
Get it together, now now get my right
Come late night
I know it tastes like (what's that?)
good coke, dawg, go get your face pipe
Put on my jersey, then I go rape white (number 8)
You got G ma, I got G too,
She wanna fly G-4, fly G-2 (nope)
ten thousand, you won't get a G, boo
Only G you is me, O.G., trueness

Haha,
I you
I you you niggaz was in trouble man
(murda)
The new has officially begun (murda)
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay