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

I up
My gun
I gives a
So, welcome to
No, to my damn block
Where the slugs and pop
For the and tan rocks
Kids in the sandbox
Other
Lay in boxes with
You can't this

Murder, murder, mu-murder, murder, shit, this
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 live
If so, need an oxygen tank, shit
And for those
I'm no
I'm Scarface, coked up, you what
[sniff] I I need another hit
You know who you fuckin' with
I
I
My hang, yup
So don't get it or fucked up
My dudes jump up
The ruger, dump, bup bup
And (they it murder)
Act stupid, the gat's [gunshot]
leave you there, leave you square
Box style, box style, he who (dares)
play
Be now, calm down cuz
We all know you're not a killa gorilla, man
know I get that scrilla scrilla f'reala, fam
Catch me in the all through the winter, man
catch me trippin', slippin', and kill me, damn
I the hood love
They me love back
And the is where my heart is, so I love that
Nah, you can't keep a black man
I'm worldwide, Harlem's own, bound

AY
Killa, killa, more killin' for killa killa
Feel the deal, the chinchillas, they can fit on
Santana, bananas, clip bananas, wrapped in
Hammers, hammers, no cameras, be runnin to nana (nana nana)
nana Santana, he be holding berettas
Killa kills civilians, you know I'm no better
Mo' betta' betta', cheddar cheddar, you'll be dead on lever
For cheddar cheddar, we sever, go get it together
Get it together, now now get my pape's
Come through night
I know it tastes like (what's that?)
Some good coke, dawg, go get your face
Put on my Laker jersey, then I go white (number 8)
You got G ma, I got G too,
She wanna fly G-4, fly G-2 (nope)
Need ten thousand, you 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 season has officially (murda)
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay