Luyện nghe bài hát Murder Made Easy

Outlaw, outlaw, your mother fucking Jersey Mob
In the name of Makaveli the Don, the motherfuckin' Kadafi

Everybody wanna how I live my life
(Pucka)
Where's my
(Pucka)
my ice?
No now I answer then, feel my stripes
You keep poppin' shit, pin my knights dying

At your dega, smokin' on your drow flavor
Spit some pimp shit dip with your old neighbor
(Come on)
And if you really feel some of way about it
Run up in hood, then I'll shoot my fuckin' way about it

This Jersey Mob, Outlaw,
To my crew selling coke cock dollars
We in the game, eat the pain, maintain
All the wanna see us in chain gangs
The hate for traitors, that's all a cop off

We live stool pigeons in salt water pigeon
Only my and our crew know what happened to him
His family prayin' 'cause one day they might into him

With nothin' to lose, I walk clutchin' my tools?'
Ice-grill you wanna say, "What's fuckin' with Smooth"
(Yo, what's with that nigga?)
I'm sick of these crews, like they've been payin' dues
I put the heat to 'em, tell niggaz kick off they shoes

would you do in the position when it's us against you?
That Teflon mother fucker, can your head take
Shut the fuck up 'fore your luck's up, what you do
your shit's up? Besides get dissed on nigga
And pistol whipped up, up, mouth taped up, layed out and hit up

you in pray, gotta give you a napkin to wipe that shit up
After the fact, holdin' in time, shit up for lit up, high drilly and
Yeah, nigga you know the mix-up, we that for real
Jersey Mob for real, it be or be killed, so we drawin' that steel
I'm lovin' the rush, Essex doublin' us, fuckin' with us
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
We ownin' enough, them rollers is

Murder made easy for dummies before you pull the
Hit his pockets, all his money, first you gotta be smart
his race and his bag to see if he's strapped
And hit him once in the and that's that

Well, you at then when I needed you the most?
I hit rock bottom, I see that we was close
Yo box, watch 'em, now they all Champaign ballin'
Yeah, that fall in the rain
Dirty ya poppin' like you greasy burger en-flamed

Every verse I drop's small piece of the pain
Shit'll never be the after we got burned
Niggaz is burnt out and yo there's to turn
Like court adjourned a quarter to burn
Short of return to the game in order to earn
niggaz don't learn, I ain't concerned by far

Spit six bars gem-star, stitches and scars
dry snitchin', yo, they intuition bizarre
Picture me starved without a partner, pitchin' is
Listen, my jaw, to the right position tomorrow
Is impose? I be yellin' really my eyes
Niggaz kill me when they nod like they really

You ain't shit without your homeboys, y'all ain't no boys
I feel it all and no voice, now you stuck with no
Get on the ground, give up your property, like monopoly
With Jersey Mob this time, they're ain't a mother stoppin' me
That's why I pop three in my

Wait for my shit to and it's murder she wrote
Forgot to pull it and I got enough to go around
For everybody challengin', guns, never silence, I'm wildin'
Like Allen and Mister Jeru, well it's mob, all that shit
You can keep it, fuck frontin', I ain't never a secret

My dog's swift, doin' the shift in the jail, I'm still sendin' the mail
We livin' in Hell, my mom told me, 'life is what you make it
So watch yours close and the Outlawz will fuck around and it'
I got these spinks payin' a a gram, fifty for half
I'll get 'em for thirty, why I dump at last

Murder made easy for dummies before you the trigger
Hit his pockets, take all his money, first you gotta be
Check his and his bag to see if he's strapped
And hit him in the face and that's that

We catch niggaz at the light and do what's not right
It's worked for centuries to the OG's and peace
We seat night and we run your chest, got a bitch
your name on her breast up to set up your death
We your ass for ten months if we gots 'em
(Yeah)

the first mistake you make
(See them)
Mother fucker we you
(Got 'em)
We do it so cold, we make your think they saw a ghost
You untouchable niggaz don't even we so close
(Right to you nigga)
Coast to coast, we so rapidly

Man, the niggaz sittin' next to you to me
we can touch you when we want to
So your tongue, we listenin' closely, man
Y'all know no one, we got guns plus the ones that Pac left

We got enemies plus the that Pac left
We bang thug life, 'cause that's our job
(Yeah, yeah)
We backed by the Mob and we these niggaz hard so what?

Murder made easy for dummies you pull the trigger
Hit his pockets, take all his money, first you gotta be
Check his race and his bag to see if he's
And hit him in the face and that's that