Luyện nghe bài hát Murder at Night

Murder at night
Some of that real shit
We murder niggas at
And in the
We catch fools before they yawnin'

Murder for
caps to pay bills
For young g
Steps back and at will
I ain't playing with
No game, the shit's
So I hits the blocks with yay, no fucking (that's right)
I'm heated - and I'm greedy as fuck, I a meal
My dog me watch out for shit and pack steel
"and if you care - lil' nigga, get a (boom boom!)
Cause niggas be hungry you and they ready to test"
You die, motherfucker, it's the same tale
Niggas about who did the killing in jail
We hoo-bangers, hit you block, it up
Smash, the real sowed it up
Push rhymes like weight, push - weight
Get my money comin' in from state to (chin chin)
Contemplate, my niggas escape to the
Cause if I'm by the times, then I'm - assed out

We murder at night
And in the (compton all day, nigga)
We catch fools before they yawnin'
We murder niggas at
We hoo bang, bitch, so your fuckin warning
(hoo-bang' all day nigga)
We murder niggas at
And in the
We catch fools sleepin' before yawnin' (geah)
We murder at night
We hoo bang, bitch, your fuckin warning

Y'all needs to back the fuck up or your block gon'
Me and my nigga blast with the gat - it's my turn
Money and the power, it's my to earn
You're dead on arrival, to it may concern
Real thug from the street, yes, die for the
Dips the blocks with the heat, right next to my
I be the first nigga to jump on the - line
Slang quarter piece rocks and - one time
Everybody hustlin' for cash and real
Half of us niggas be for any bill
down ? ? my ass ? ?
But I bails out, another back to coke
I gots to the hood, slang - till it drop
The enemies I fear not, a cop
The enemies, they come but get popped
I lasted, laughed last till your heart

Chorus...

Easily I
The nigga who's
I ain't no
The tense
I provoke
They run real
When see the gunsmoke (hey - boom boom!)
I got - hot to test y'all, bless y'all
y'all - at the - funeral hall
Your homies take sips as they on nuthin'
I come around catchin' you slippin', a dumping
One little, two little, three little
Hoo-bangin' is killers, you muthafucka
? ? ? ? my homie scar when he
So every other day when I hit damn side
Feel my fuckin'
As I blast through your house your family and friends (boom boom!)
Back to my block, serving 20's and (what up!)
In the back of the alley 40's and gins (right)
On sundays,
Moms for my sins
And ask to protect until my ends, geah

Chorus...

Compton all day,
all day, nigga
You know how the we represent
To the

9-9 times,
packs the 9, so get it straight