Luyện nghe bài hát The Murderers

Word to God, know who the fuck this is
You we would kidnap yo kidz
You know the fuck we do
Murder bitch niggaz you

For real, all the time, any place,
Y'all niggaz could get it, act like y'all don't
In a world that's ice cold, die slowly
Cats snatch rollies, gats'll you holy

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

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

the kids need clothes, what a thug gon do?
Hit the streetz and hustle, up the heat and bust you
I'm tryin' to eat like Russel, is my hustle
But you chasin' yesterday, you gon miss tomorrow

murda motherfucker we don't beg or borrow
We take shit, fuck you and yo fake bitch, the eight spit
You feel the hatred, taste it
You high right now, you ain't to die right now

The four five calm you down, you under trauma now
It's drama how a 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 my dick

If you chasin' yesterday, you gon tomorrow
It's motherfucker, we don't beg or borrow
We take shit, you and yo fake bitch
When the eight spit you feel the hatred, taste it
It's blood, when we show blood, we murderers
We throw slugz, we we sell drugz
And tell live it up till yo time stopz

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

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

Funny shit about it, niggers hit me, forget about it
Thug shit I'm still livin' y'all niggaz spit about it
I rob and stomp two third of my life
The other one third sittin' on curbz chasin' those birdz

If you ever get the urge to come by and try to
There's one and then you get numb and lied to rest
It's murda the only to the ghetto
It's murda, nigga me the bezzle

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

If you chasin' yesterday, you gon tomorrow
murda motherfucker, we don't beg or borrow
We shit, fuck you and yo fake bitch
When the eight spit you feel the hatred, taste it
It's your blood, when we show blood, we
We slugz, we huselazz we sell drugz
And tell thugz it up till 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 nigga dead and
Gonna guide 'em to the cross roads show 'em how those gunz

degenerate nigga addicted to hydro, switchin' four lanes
Top down wit my eyes closed, got a wish
Money, drugz, and shit
you want with this, we'll kidnap yo kids

Clap up yo crib, the murderaz
Who you wit gunz that kill shit
Just because we're hot niggerz
Sell mo records rock niggaz

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

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

Motherfuckers understand
Let the God be his here nigga

Oh my
Murder INC