Luyện nghe bài hát Suicide Or Murder

Suicide or
In jungle this they be glad to hang ya
the galley man learn fi not to linger
Blow fast just a gas cylinder
And

Suicide or
Will this you with this brand new gun ya
Want to hold back man he's gonna fi
Your head is like a boss gun with sin ya

Yes, boy, you see me
Me not and me no surrender
Gun shot attack them a rat in a blender
Gun shot, they get up me up they get sent up

Heard they shot a woman and me hurt
Word like a then me kick like ninja
Gonna rob them cents bea wanna bazooka
You say it sucks, it's gone get harder

Not to kill, then ready your heena
This man from and then from Reema
up

Suicide or
In this jungle this they be to hang ya
Plus the man learn fi not to linger
fast just like a gas cylinder
And

Suicide or
Will save you with this brand new gun ya
to hold back man he's gonna fi linger
Your head is like a gun shot with sin ya

Murder them, them
Test the most high, it's a mission
MCs dead, all others
the power

Thunder and
Lyrics like hot showered
Through the and in the jungle
I bust off shots I blow up spots

And turns humble
Guns rumble, bodies tumble but I can't be
When I kill the contenders, I like a ninja

Suicide or
In jungle this they be glad to hang ya
Plus the man learn fi not to linger
Blow fast just like a gas
And

or murder
Will this save you with this new gun ya
Want to hold back man he's fi linger
Your head is like a boss gun with sin ya

Yes, boy, we gonna drive trife, uh
get ame up like a scuba diver
Whores get a west up and maybe wise up
Long we dare you had a great survivor

Devil said wicked and your bud light's whiter
Kill or be killed and see the heart up
So just on killing, then fi gonna ride up
Yes, boy

or murder
In this jungle this they be to hang ya
the galley man learn fi not to linger
Blow just like a gas cylinder
And

Suicide or
Will save you with this brand new gun ya
Want to back man he's gonna fi linger
Your is like a boss gun shot with sin ya

my mind spray, you must lay down get flat
Or snatch up your girl and your gun and your way out the back
When I fire, the lingo blows out your rib
You retire the sound and not of old age

Blood splatters and holy turns to dawn
smooth and silently like the Rasta James Bond
Armed and dangerous, so your pistols
But like an MX missile, I'll rip right you

Some rather die, then face a fate worse hell
With a bounty on hood and Bounty Killer on your tail

or murder
In this jungle this they be glad to ya
Plus the galley man fi not to linger
Blow fast like a gas cylinder
And

Suicide or
Will this save you with brand new gun ya
to hold back man he's gonna fi linger
Your head is like a gun shot with sin ya