Luyện nghe bài hát Murder

I'm still C bitch so what the fuck is up?
I'm powder on the streets cuz I got
Big fuckin' nut's comin' from Louisiana
In a Fleetwood
I deserve them nigga's shit to put they pea's on they
Got the four by four cuz you know I just
Pay to nigga thirty from me
So I fronted forty two, he gonna pop to seven
Times two, twenty four eight is what I do
So what 'cha do
If I told ya cocaine number's you think I was
Young nigga's two talkin' bout they retirin'
In the game ain't a thang comin' far we been
Rick's home two apartment's enter
Tight friends mo bounce to the
Cuz the the shit, I done got me
Fifty out of birds ya bitch
Tightin' up no slack bitches checkin' my
Got some Burban City nigga's so I'm a go to my
Just got back from California kicked it with
Put me down purple chronic and that hurricane shit
At the studio with Tom, I wish I stay
I got to at Master P, cuz we got money to make
We with playa'z from the South stack man
Like Ball I got to stack big man
say he wanna show ya
You got nine grand I ain't rappin'
my money in my hand
South Texas that's where I stay
Gettin' money yo bitches every
Got day
Big paper I'm
Hoes is on my jock
For all this I be holdin'
I hate grown man it
if a fool take our style and
Act like my nigga's don't it
I kick it with the nigga's so you best's
Not trip if ya keep on talkin'
My empty the clip
Hoe azz

Murder, Mur, Mur,
Murder, Mur, Mur,
Murder, Mur, Mur,
Murder, Mur, Mur,
Murder, Mur, Mur,

Verse Two:

Well Bun-B bitch and I'm the king
I'm movin' got 'em finger lickin'
Stickin' who be trippin'
You need a swift kickin' yo azz is for the pickin'
Now down as my pocket's
I be nigga's slippin' you sick
When I be now take a look at the
Bigger nigga Marl swigger
hata ditch digger figure
My trigger you bound one hot one in yo liver
You shake and quiver
I'm free nigga you wetter den a river
For what it's worth it's suburblous some nigga's dirt
Fuck her and take off her skirt
Make the hurt Mister Master
Hit the Swisha then you keep a
bastard fuck her sister faster
Hit the elbro for yo
better have my mail hoe
Before I catch a case and go to jail hoe
Hell no, time to hit the trail so
We can mo fuckin' yell get the scale
No bullet duck or get shoved
Inside this game they better us
Cuz the clucker's love us
Make them class suckers
Check they jelly like
I hit nun-chuckers
Cuz Short Texas bring the
This for my
Cookin' to crooked geez
up quarter key's
Just to get the with ease
Wanna bee's get on yo
Fill the from them HK one three's
>From here to over
We do what we
No cuz we flip
up a dip
I'm breakin' 'em off they hip to yo lip
Go ask that boy
nigga Bun rip
With one clip, as the gun slip
Now I done ripped out my
Flyin' yo belly belly and
Some red jelly is drippin' out of ya belly
Servin' 'em like a Deli on my cellular telli
Hoe sell it like goin' out of style
You can't see me Marcus so a
Motherfuckin' Sweet and