Luyện nghe bài hát Murder Made Easy

Outlaw, outlaw, bring your fucking Jersey Mob
In the of Makaveli the Don, the killa motherfuckin' Kadafi

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

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

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

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

With nothin' to lose, I through clutchin' my tools?'
make you wanna say, "What's fuckin' with Smooth"
(Yo, what's fuckin' with nigga?)
I'm of these crews, actin' like they've been payin' dues
I put the to 'em, tell them niggaz kick off they shoes

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

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

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

Well, where you at then when I you the most?
I hit rock bottom, I couldn't see that we was
Yo box, 'em, now they all Champaign ballin' campaign
Yeah, that fall in the rain
Dirty ya joints poppin' like you greasy burger

verse I drop's another small piece of the pain
Shit'll never be the same after we got
Niggaz is burnt out and yo nowhere to turn
Like court adjourned without a to burn
Short of return to the same in order to earn
niggaz don't learn, I ain't concerned by far

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

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

Wait for my shit to drop and it's murder she
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 kept a

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

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

We catch at the stop 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
With your name on her up to set up your death
We watch your ass for ten if we gots 'em
(Yeah)

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

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

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

made easy for dummies before you pull 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 once in the face and that's