Luyện nghe bài hát The Corpse Came to Dinner

Its a must that I any strap you hand to me it's inherited it runs in the
Family nigga in the town got pounds of threaten a niggas life make it
Sound so sweet I peel em back like corn on the cob cap pillem make em
Like a whore on the job a mak in the back pak hittin em off.
(bitch have my money, bitch where my money? )
Sicmade till I die shit saw so I was able to wipe the bllod off the hall
Way walls I ain't got to live for cant even trust a bitch might have to
Leave her alone I had to dig a ditch shit so rigoris dillin
Haters,snitches,and bitches get there gone find a new home, one life is
Gone and I'm on one check the clock and if these could talk mothafuckas
Would be shot I'm bout to go 51/50 got nobody my stressed out like
Whitney,bobby brown,weed,and smoking newports no support by like to too
Short I keep it going shootin up force who in the wanna fuck with me cum
On the courts rippin out insides stains on thangs thats when I ripin
Ride and I slipn slide throught the gardens with a t-shirt it wont hurt
Look at it this way 6 ft deep in the dirt hurt flirtin with murda I leave
Em un heard of and I'm sick of your pads drippin all over your hands
Getting in the back seat of the truck it's your choice dead or alive
And fried the way you
Uncover yo eyes in in disguse witha 9 tryin to take out yo nobdy no crime
Thro up that 6 sign and strike like a tek 9 no recovery you other g niggas
Beta duck leave you in tuxed up cycle off the wall like micheal perinoid
Cause I be blowin out that all day everyday murder spray got you in glad
Bags headed frothe pad you can ask my dad I was a scanvenger 14 yrs old
Scabs graduated from nigga meat but I don't wanna brag fuck jeffery dohmer a
Mothafuckn fag I got nigga nuts and guts in a bag them to the pad.
(zip lock,body bag,toe tag,wet t-shirt,black mask)2x
(corpse to dinner)repeat chorus 4 more x
Fuck under the influence I'm hella fucked up down the freeway spillin my
Cup to tell you bout this rapper on the underbelly he ain't shit he bout
To be in the trunk smelly by me and my relly you never whatever though i
Got automagazines and that weak n-tro you got against me don't you know i
Rip niggas up them to minced meat so if you got some since beat it like
Raw eggs I used to hella homies now they all hate but imma leave it alone
Im on my own like a nigga if a nigga wanted to get ate what would you do
Nigga I was too cool with a group of and they tripped on me gave em a
Little nit of fame then they dipped on me but you it's all in the game tell
A crip to hit em with a slug at they brain thats what you get from me
Crash your careers defected and you ain't sold a record last time i
Checked it you just keep knockn I disrespected now yo neck got
Disconnected by the lynch hung necklace ahh I emm red and don't eat the
let the tek spi
T and chop niggas down to the ground like judge dred comeing the door
just like the feds and you call yo self a rap vet get out the bed and
Let me fuck her like she should be all in the butt with a 9 milli
Swallowing nut and you can see me in black clothes from the back dont
Know how to act black blankets full of macs I usem as nut and full body
Sacs bet not let yo daughter out end up in the slaughter chockin and
Spittin chest open and bleedin and I'm fucking her from the and I hope that
You see it.