Luyện nghe bài hát Murder Rap

Uh oh, uh oh
Let's get it with
Yo boy turn the levels up
Let's get it with, uh
Terror Squad up in motherfucker
Where my real at?
My Bronx niggaz, my niggaz
I see you Hat! Uh, Ah aha!
time to take it to these niggaz right here
Yeah, yo, yo

Who wanna spaz Crunchtime, blow ya abs out
Leave you in the fetal position, ass out
Ready to mash out any crew like
They the true of life, frontin' through the camera lights
Despite, we it down regardless
I got Def Jam suckin' me like, "I you was my artist"
For starters, who's the largest
Get a hundred grand from my most rap
Now how hard is that? we spit be hot
it's live on Flex or in front of the chicken spot
Grimed out, we really live what you 'bout

See me up in the Tunnel, with my shines out
Ice cold Alaska when I pass ya
Got shakin', losin' they breath, as if they catchin' asthma
to the bar to pop some bottles
Now we in the car home to rock some models
All I hear in the background is and Prada
But I'm to gas these bitches to screw me for Nada
We the best that done it, you fronted
Anybody wanna test how much straps, you it?

Aiyyo the gangsta's
it right where you at
Let a real rock real murderer rap
them thug niggaz, listen to that
Gotchu feelin' it hard Joe the God's really bringin' it back

I'm my days and legends, since age eleven
I was the cause of dope fiends catchin' AIDS
Most of us are dead, but the rest is
Runnin' in the rec room and me out on the box
A CEO could get tryin' to change the channel
It's like tryna take the flesh the mouth of hungry cannibals
Joe the God, the is hard
Known for packin' two birds like Noah's Ark

I'm the realest of 'em, make you feel the
Catch you at a club, you up, steal ya leather
You soften me, beat you out of the mix
talk, tough walk, but you cry like a bitch
I see you the Cris', I'm not hatin', I'm just aggrevated
I ask myself every day, how these faggots it?
Fuck around with the don and get
I'm sick of hearin 'em for all the cats that made it

Aiyyo the gangsta's
Stop it right you at
Let a real nigga rock real rap
them thug niggaz, listen to that
Gotchu feelin' it hard like Joe the God's really it back

Aiyyo the kid is
Leave it right you at
Let a real nigga hold that, you probably won't
Tell thug niggaz, move it on back
I'm tight and I'm hot
Ready to pop the crack right through back

That's how rocks, I'm more advanced than how your learnin'
I'm like the force of space balance and planets while churnin'
Poppin' rosary beads, on ya candle while it's burnin'
ya widows crib and pop ya, bodies
Now I know you can feel the I generate
Imagine when I penetrate ya stomach, and ya body's center bake
We can argue for days, whether it's to drop five shots
In ya astronaut before you the stash box

Splash ya brains on ya birds'
you on the curb, crash the Range, and push the front skirt back
And murk that, blurtin' curse words
Yo I popped that nigga's son one we catch the first
I'ma kill any murderer, leave a nigga up
Blood, on chunks of his lung interior
Every that I spit's a personal riff
I a ill key frontin', I'm a murder you shit

Niggaz play me while the Bricks
I'm like the feelin' of the first time they ever held a bird in grip
Motivator thug, scrape 'em, shoot the bolts in his
'em up, make 'em wanna open 'em up
Actin' I can't happen till I smack him in his Adam's apple
Death to rappin', I don't battle
I'd rather rush your studio and shatter the booth
at ya face, give the mic feedback the goof

Aiyyo the back
Stop it right you at
Let a real nigga rock real rap
Tell thug niggaz, listen to that
Gotchu feelin it hard like Joe the really bringin' it back

the kid is back
Leave it where you at
Let a real nigga hold that, you won't clap
Tell thug niggaz, move it on back
I'm feelin' and I'm hot
Ready to pop the crack right through back