Luyện nghe bài hát Murder Rap

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

Who wanna spaz Crunchtime, blow ya abs out
you in the fetal position, witcha 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, the largest cat?
Get a hundred grand from my most rap
Now how hard is that? Everything we be hot
Whether it's live on Flex or in front of the spot
Grimed out, we really live what you rhyme

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

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

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

I'm the realest of 'em, you feel the pressure
you at a club, smack you up, steal ya leather
You soften me, beat you out of the mix
talk, tough 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 these made it?
around with the don and get decapitated
I'm sick of hearin 'em souls for all the that made it

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

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

That's how rocks, I'm more advanced than how your learnin'
I'm like the force of space balance and planets they churnin'
Poppin' beads, piss on ya candle while it's burnin'
Rush ya widows and pop ya, bodies
Now I you can feel the heat I generate
Imagine when I penetrate ya stomach, and make ya center 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, the Range, and push the front skirt back
And after that, blurtin' curse words
Yo I popped that nigga's son one we catch the first
I'ma kill any murderer, leave a nigga up
Blood, chokin' on chunks of his interior
verse that I spit's a personal riff
I a ill key frontin', I'm a murder you shit

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

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

Aiyyo the kid is
Leave it right you at
Let a real nigga hold that, you probably clap
Tell thug niggaz, move it on back
I'm tight and I'm hot
Ready to pop the crack through your back