Luyện nghe bài hát Murder

I'm still Pimp C so what the fuck is up?
I'm powder on the streets cuz I got
Big fuckin' nut's back from Louisiana
In a Fleetwood
I deserve them nigga's shit to put they pea's on they
Got the pound four by four cuz you I just
Pay to nigga thirty from me
So I fronted forty two, he gonna pop to hundred
Times sixty two, twenty four eight is I do
So fuck what do
If I told ya number's you think I was lyin'
Young nigga's twenty two talkin' bout retirin'
In the ain't a thang comin' far then we been
home two apartment's where enter
Tight mo bounce to the ounce
Cuz the Wood the shit, I got me
Fifty ounces out of birds ya
Tightin' up no bitches checkin' my stock
Got some Burban nigga's so I'm a go to my garage
Just got back from California it with B-Legit
Put me down with chronic and that hurricane shit
At the studio Tom, I wish I could stay
I got to at Master P, cuz we got money to make
We with playa'z from the South gee'z man
Ball I got to stack big cheeze man
Bitch say he show ya
You got nine grand I ain't rappin'
Till my in my hand
South mutherfucka that's where I stay
Gettin' from yo bitches every
Got day
Big paper I'm
Hoes is on my mutherfuckin'
For all dick I be holdin'
I hate man show it
Especially if a fool our style and
Act like my nigga's don't it
I kick it the trill nigga's so you best's
Not trip if ya keep on talkin'
My nigga empty the
Hoe azz

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

Two: {Bun-B}

Well Bun-B bitch and I'm the king
I'm movin' chickens got 'em lickin'
nigga's who be trippin'
You a swift kickin' yo azz is right for the pickin'
Now down as my pocket's
I be thinkin' nigga's slippin' you
When I be clickin' now a look at the
Bigger Marl liquor swigger
hata ditch digger figure
My trigger you bound one hot one in yo liver
You shiver and quiver
I'm free from nigga you wetter den a
For what it's worth it's suburblous some nigga's dirt
Fuck her first and off her skirt
Make the pussy hurt Mister
Hit the Swisha then you keep a
bastard fuck her sister faster
Hit the for sale yo
Brother better have my hoe
Before I catch a murder case and go to hoe
no, time to bail hit the trail so
We can sell mo yell get the scale
No bullet duck or get shoved
this game they better buck us
Cuz the clucker's they us
Make them class dick
Check they jelly like
I hit like
Cuz Short Texas bring the
This for my
cheese to crooked geez
Rockin' up key's
to get the hook with ease
Wanna get on yo knee's
Fill the squeeze from them HK one
>From here to over
We do we please
No trip cuz we
up a dip
I'm 'em off from they hip to yo lip
Go ask that boy
That Bun rip
With one clip, as the gun slip
Now I done ripped out my
through yo belly belly and
Some smelly red is drippin' out of ya belly
Servin' 'em like a Deli jumped on my cellular
Hoe sell it it's goin' out of style
You see me Marcus so have a
Sweet and smile