Luyện nghe bài hát Murder

I'm still Pimp C bitch so what the is up?
I'm puttin' powder on the cuz I got
Big fuckin' nut's comin' back Louisiana
In a Fleetwood
I deserve nigga's shit to put they pea's on they banner
Got the pound by four cuz you know I just
Pay to nigga thirty from me
So I forty two, he gonna pop to seven hundred
Times sixty two, twenty four eight is I do
So what 'cha do
If I ya cocaine number's you think I was lyin'
Young twenty two talkin' bout they retirin'
In the game ain't a thang comin' far then we
Rick's home two apartment's where
Tight friends mo to the ounce
Cuz the the shit, I done got me
Fifty ounces out of ya bitch
up no slack bitches checkin' my stock
Got some Burban nigga's so I'm a go to my garage
Just got back from California kicked it with
Put me down with purple chronic and that shit
At the with Tom, I wish I could stay
I got to holla at P, cuz we got money to make
We with playa'z from the South gee'z man
Like I got to stack big cheeze man
Bitch say he show ya
You got nine I ain't rappin' shit
Till my money in my
Texas mutherfucka that's where I stay
Gettin' money yo bitches every
Got day
Big paper I'm
Hoes is on my mutherfuckin'
For all dick I be holdin'
I hate grown man it
Especially if a take our style and
Act like my nigga's don't it
I kick it with the nigga's so you best's
Not if ya keep on talkin' shit
My empty the clip
Hoe azz

Murder, Mur, Mur,
Murder, Mur, Mur,
Murder, Mur, Mur,
Murder, Mur, Mur,
Murder, Mur, Mur,

Verse {Bun-B}

Well this bitch and I'm the king
I'm movin' chickens got 'em lickin'
nigga's who be trippin'
You need a swift yo azz is right for the pickin'
Now down as my pocket's
I be thinkin' nigga's you sick
When I be now take a look at the
nigga Marl liquor swigger
Playa hata digger figure
My hair you bound one hot one in yo liver
You shake and quiver
I'm free from nigga you wetter den a
For what it's worth it's suburblous some nigga's doin'
her first and take off her skirt
Make the pussy Mister Master
Hit the Swisha then you keep a
Blister fuck her sister faster
Hit the for sale yo
Brother better have my hoe
Before I catch a murder case and go to hoe
Hell no, time to hit the trail so
We can mo fuckin' yell get the scale
No other bullet duck or get
this game they better buck us
Cuz the they love us
them class dick suckers
Check they jelly like
I hit nun-chuckers
Cuz Short bring the rukus
This for my
Cookin' cheese to geez
up quarter key's
Just to get the hook ease
Wanna get on yo knee's
Fill the squeeze from them HK one
>From here to over
We do what we
No cuz we flip
up a dip
I'm breakin' 'em off from hip to yo lip
Go ask that boy
That Bun rip
With one clip, soon as the gun
Now I done ripped out my
Flyin' through yo belly and
Some smelly red jelly is drippin' out of ya
Servin' 'em like a Deli jumped on my telli
Hoe sell it it's goin' out of style
You see me Marcus so have a
Sweet and smile