Luyện nghe bài hát Murder

I'm still C bitch so what the fuck is up?
I'm puttin' 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 pound four by cuz you know I just
Pay to bought thirty from me
So I fronted forty two, he pop to seven hundred
Times sixty two, four eight is what I do
So fuck what do
If I told ya cocaine number's you I was lyin'
Young nigga's twenty two bout they retirin'
In the ain't a thang comin' far then we been
Rick's two apartment's where enter
friends mo bounce to the ounce
Cuz the the shit, I done got me
Fifty out of birds ya bitch
Tightin' up no slack bitches checkin' my
Got Burban City nigga's so I'm a go to my garage
got back from California kicked it with B-Legit
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 I got to stack big cheeze man
Bitch say he wanna ya
You got grand I ain't rappin' shit
Till my in my hand
South mutherfucka that's where I stay
Gettin' from yo bitches every
Got day
Big paper I'm
Hoes is on my mutherfuckin'
For all dick I be holdin'
I hate man show it
Especially if a fool our style and
Act like my nigga's know it
I kick it with the nigga's so you best's
Not if ya keep on talkin' shit
My nigga the clip
Hoe azz

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

Verse {Bun-B}

Well this bitch and I'm the king
I'm chickens got 'em finger lickin'
nigga's who be trippin'
You a swift kickin' yo azz is right for the pickin'
Now down as my stickin'
I be thinkin' nigga's you sick
I be clickin' now take a look at the
Bigger Marl liquor swigger
Playa hata ditch figure
My trigger you bound one hot one in yo liver
You shake and quiver
I'm free from you wetter den a river
For it's worth it's suburblous some nigga's doin' dirt
Fuck her first and take off her
Make the hurt Mister Master
Hit the Swisha then you keep a
Blister fuck her sister faster
Hit the elbro for yo
better have my mail hoe
Before I a murder case and go to jail hoe
Hell no, time to hit the trail so
We can mo fuckin' yell get the scale
No other bullet duck or get
Inside this they better buck us
Cuz the clucker's love us
Make class dick suckers
Check jelly like smoker's
I hit like
Cuz Texas bring the rukus
This for my
cheese to crooked geez
Rockin' up quarter
to get the hook with ease
Wanna bee's get on yo
Fill the squeeze them HK one three's
>From here to over
We do we please
No trip cuz we
up a dip
I'm 'em off from they hip to yo lip
Go ask boy Skip
That Bun rip
With one clip, as the gun slip
Now I done out my Barile
Flyin' through yo belly and
Some red jelly is drippin' out of ya belly
Servin' 'em like a Deli jumped on my cellular
Hoe sell it like it's goin' out of
You can't see me Marcus so a
Sweet and smile