Luyện nghe bài hát The Murderers

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

For real, all the time, any place,
Y'all niggaz could get it, act like y'all know
In a that's ice cold, blacks die slowly
Cats snatch rollies, leave you holy

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

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

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

It's murda motherfucker we beg or borrow
We take shit, you and yo fake bitch, when the eight spit
You could the hatred, taste it
You right now, you ain't ready to die right now

The four five will calm you down, you under now
drama how a child will shut shit down
Kill a nigger for the of it I get you touched for chips
Fuck that shit, fuck the whip, and you bitch
You can just suck my

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

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

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

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

If you ever get the urge to by and try to test
only one and then you get numb and lied to rest
It's murda the only code to the
It's murda, nigga hand me the

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

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

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

I'ma nigga addicted to hydro, switchin' four lanes
Top down wit my closed, got a death wish
Money, drugz, and murderer
What you want with this, kidnap yo kids

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

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

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

understand that
Let the God be his here nigga

Oh my
Murder INC