Luyện nghe bài hát The Murderers

Word to God, y'all know who the this is
You know we would yo kidz
You know the fuck we do
Murder niggaz like you

For real, all the time, any place,
niggaz could get it, act like y'all don't know
In a world that's ice cold, blacks die
snatch rollies, gats'll leave you holy

My momma told me the streetz will slow me down
Daddy never showed me how the heat hold me down
So now I rob and steal, shit you feal, wit a clique that kills
Yeah my shit's real, I hustle hard all my life, ran the streetz all night

My wife alwayz said everything was gonna be
And she was right and that's one why I love her
But everything she went in one ear and out the other
Word to mother, at it from a thug point of view

When the need clothes, what a thug gon do?
Hit the and hustle, pick up the heat and bust you
I'm tryin' to eat like Russel, murda is my
But you keep chasin' yesterday, you gon tomorrow

It's motherfucker we don't beg or borrow
We take shit, fuck you and yo bitch, when the eight spit
You could feel the hatred, it
You high right now, you ain't to die right now

The five will calm you down, you under trauma now
It's drama how a child shut shit down
Kill a nigger for the fuck of it I get you for chips
that shit, fuck the whip, and fuck you bitch
You can suck my dick

If you chasin' yesterday, you gon tomorrow
It's murda motherfucker, we don't beg or
We take shit, you and yo fake bitch
When the eight spit you could feel the hatred, it
your blood, when we show blood, we murderers
We throw slugz, we we sell drugz
And tell thugz it up till yo time stopz

Yo I give a fuck if y'all niggaz hate me, I drop off
the lakes be but lately, I've been hitin' cribz
And safes where the be, I take three to the vest
For the of the dollas I put that hot shit thru you

And watch you holla holla, the same niggaz that I wit
I'm a brawl wit I'm a running in banks and takin' all of it
Player we're flawless, wit nutten to loosin' gunz
And niggerz y'all can't live

Funny shit about it, wanna hit me, forget about it
Thug shit I'm still y'all niggaz just spit about it
I rob and stomp niggaz two of my life
The other one third spent on curbz chasin' those birdz

If you get the urge to come by and try to test
There's only one and then you get numb and to rest
It's murda the only code to the
It's murda, nigga me the bezzle

And dance with the devil, gunz spit
Gangsta shit, yo bitch, gettin' head and lean back in the sip
I mastered the chipz, I'm tryin' to tell you
You're hammers and nails and
We you where the dogz couldn't smell you

If you yesterday, you gon miss tomorrow
It's motherfucker, we don't beg or borrow
We take shit, you and yo fake bitch
When the eight spit you could the hatred, taste it
your blood, when we show blood, we murderers
We throw slugz, we we sell drugz
And thugz live it up till yo time stopz

a muthafuckin' problem, any nigga think not, I'ma pop him
Put the on niggaz the minute I spot 'em
Who's gettin' it, I got him dead and gone
Gonna 'em to the cross roads show 'em how those gunz blow

I'ma degenerate nigga addicted to hydro, switchin' four
Top down wit my eyes closed, got a death
Money, drugz, and shit
you want with this, we'll kidnap yo kids

Clap up yo crib, it's the
Who you know wit gunz kill shit
Just because we're them hot
Sell mo than rock niggaz

lock it down for six months and shock niggaz what's my name?
J the A. R U L E with hoez get between more sheetz than isley
You can't deny me, I'm the muthafuckin' one, druggin' bitches like
The God be the rule, if you're hot eyes on your jewels

To cop a Benz twenty inch chrome, the shoes, I got to lose
But everything to live for thorough bread and supply the raw
I put my smash down from N Y to Chi INC murder spittin' in roundz
You don't wanna her how it soundz, when we them flames
It's murda and ain't gon change niggaz

understand that
Let the God be his here smirloff

Oh my
INC niggers