Luyện nghe bài hát Murder Rap

Uh oh, uh oh
Let's get it with
Yo sound boy turn the up
Let's get it with, uh
Terror Squad up in this
Where my real at?
My Bronx niggaz, my niggaz
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
you in the fetal position, witcha ass out
Ready to mash out any crew actin'
They the true facts of life, frontin' the camera lights
Despite, we hold it down
I got Def Jam me like, "I wish you was my artist"
For starters, who's the largest
Get a grand from my most garbage rap
Now how is that? Everything we spit be hot
Whether it's on Flex or in front of the chicken spot
Grimed out, we live what you rhyme 'bout

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

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

I'm from my days and legends, age eleven
I was the cause of dope fiends AIDS infections
of us are dead, but the rest is locked
Runnin' in the rec room and me out on the box
A CEO could get optioned 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 dozen birds like Ark

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

Aiyyo the back
it right where you at
Let a real nigga real murderer rap
Tell them thug niggaz, listen to
Gotchu feelin' it hard like Joe the really bringin' it back

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

That's how Kenny rocks, I'm more advanced than how learnin'
I'm like the of space balance and planets while they churnin'
Poppin' beads, piss on ya candle while it's burnin'
ya widows crib and pop ya, bodies
Now I know you can feel the I generate
when I penetrate ya stomach, and make ya body's center bake
We can argue for days, whether it's faster to drop shots
In ya before you cloud the stash box

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

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

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

Aiyyo the kid is
it right where you at
Let a nigga hold that, you probably 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