Luyện nghe bài hát Murder Rap

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

Who spaz out? Crunchtime, blow ya abs out
Leave you in the fetal position, ass out
Ready to mash out any crew like
They the true facts of life, 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 my most garbage rap
Now how hard is that? Everything we be hot
Whether it's live on Flex or in front of the spot
Grimed out, we really live what you 'bout

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

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

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

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

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

Aiyyo the kid is
it right where 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 Kenny rocks, I'm advanced than how your learnin'
I'm like the force of balance and planets while they churnin'
Poppin' rosary beads, piss on ya while it's burnin'
Rush ya widows crib and pop ya,
Now I know you can feel the I generate
Imagine when I ya stomach, and make ya body's center bake
We can argue for days, whether it's to drop five shots
In ya astronaut before you cloud the box

ya brains on ya birds' laps
Swerve you on the curb, crash the Range, and the front skirt back
And after that, blurtin' curse words
Yo I popped that son one before we catch the first
I'ma any murderer, leave a nigga burpin' up
Blood, on chunks of his lung interior
Every verse that I spit's a 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, 'em, shoot the bolts in his butt
'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 wanna battle
I'd rather rush your session and shatter the booth
at ya face, give the mic feedback the goof

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

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