Luyện nghe bài hát Murder Rap

Uh oh, uh oh
Let's get it with
Yo sound boy turn the up
get it over with, uh
Terror Squad up in motherfucker
Where my niggaz at?
My Bronx niggaz, my fast
I see you Hat! Uh, Ah aha!
It's time to it to these niggaz right here
Yeah, yo, yo

Who wanna spaz out? Crunchtime, ya abs out
Leave you in the fetal position, ass out
Ready to mash out any crew actin'
They the true facts of life, frontin' through the lights
Despite, we hold it regardless
I got Def Jam me like, "I wish you was my artist"
For starters, who's the cat?
Get a hundred grand my most garbage rap
Now how hard is Everything we spit be hot
Whether it's live on Flex or in front of the spot
Grimed out, we really what you rhyme 'bout

See me posted up in the Tunnel, with my out
Ice like Alaska when I pass ya
Got girls shakin', they breath, as if they catchin' asthma
Headed to the bar to pop bottles
Now we in the car headed home to rock models
All I hear in the is Gucci and Prada
But I'm to gas these bitches to screw me for Nada
We the best done it, confess you fronted
Anybody wanna test how much straps, you it?

the gangsta's back
Stop it right you at
Let a real nigga real murderer rap
Tell thug niggaz, listen to that
Gotchu feelin' it hard like Joe the God's bringin' it back

I'm from my days and legends, age eleven
I was the cause of fiends catchin' AIDS infections
Most of us are dead, but the is locked
Runnin' in the rec and check me out on the box
A CEO get optioned tryin' to change the channel
It's like tryna take the flesh outta the mouth of hungry
Joe the God, the is hard
for packin' two dozen birds like Noah's Ark

I'm the realest of 'em, you feel the pressure
Catch you at a club, you up, steal ya leather
You niggaz soften me, you out of the mix
Tough talk, walk, but you cry like a bitch
I see you downin' the Cris', I'm not hatin', I'm just
I ask myself every day, how faggots made it?
Fuck around the don and get decapitated
I'm sick of 'em souls for all the cats that made it

Aiyyo the gangsta's
Stop it right you at
Let a real nigga rock murderer rap
Tell them thug niggaz, to that
Gotchu feelin' it like Joe the God's really bringin' it back

Aiyyo the kid is
it right where you at
Let a real nigga that, you probably won't clap
Tell them thug niggaz, move it on
I'm feelin' and I'm hot
to pop the crack right through your back

That's how rocks, I'm more advanced than how your learnin'
I'm like the force of balance and planets while they churnin'
Poppin' rosary beads, piss on ya while it's burnin'
Rush ya crib and pop ya, bodies
Now I know you can the heat I generate
Imagine when I penetrate ya stomach, and make ya body's bake
We can argue for days, whether faster to drop five shots
In ya astronaut before you the stash box

Splash ya brains on ya birds'
Swerve you on the curb, crash the Range, and push the front skirt
And murk after that, blurtin' words
Yo I popped that nigga's son one before we catch the
I'ma kill any murderer, leave a nigga up
Blood, chokin' on chunks of his interior
Every verse that I spit's a personal
I meet a ill key frontin', I'm a murder you

Niggaz play me while disturbin' the
I'm like the feelin' of the first time they ever a bird in they grip
Motivator thug, scrape 'em, shoot the in his butt
Energizin 'em up, make 'em wanna 'em up
Actin' like I happen till I smack him in his Adam's apple
to rappin', I don't wanna battle
I'd rush your studio session and shatter the booth
Clap at ya face, give the mic the goof

Aiyyo the back
it right where you at
Let a real rock real murderer rap
Tell them niggaz, listen to that
Gotchu feelin it hard like Joe the God's really it back

Aiyyo the kid is
Leave it where you at
Let a real nigga hold that, you won't clap
Tell them niggaz, move it on back
I'm tight and I'm hot
Ready to pop the crack right through back