Luyện nghe bài hát The Murderers

Word to God, y'all know who the this is
You know we would kidnap yo
You know what the we do
Murder bitch niggaz you

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

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

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

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

It's murda motherfucker we don't beg or
We shit, fuck you and yo fake bitch, when the eight spit
You could the hatred, taste it
You right now, you ain't ready to die right now

The four five calm you down, you under trauma now
drama how a child will shut shit down
Kill a nigger for the of it I get you touched for chips
that shit, fuck the whip, and fuck you bitch
You can just suck my

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

Yo I give a fuck if niggaz hate me, I drop bodies off
Where the lakes be but lately, been hitin' cribz
And where the cake be, I take three to the vest
For the love of the I put that hot shit thru you

And watch you holla, the same niggaz that I ball wit
I'm a wit I'm a tank running in banks and takin' all of it
we're flawless, wit nutten to loosin' gunz bustin'
And brossen 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 niggaz two third of my
The other one third sittin' on curbz chasin' those birdz

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

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

If you chasin' yesterday, you gon miss
murda motherfucker, we don't beg or borrow
We take shit, fuck you and yo bitch
When the eight spit you could feel the hatred, it
your blood, when we show blood, we murderers
We throw slugz, we huselazz we sell
And tell thugz live it up 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 and gone
Gonna guide 'em to the cross roads 'em how those gunz blow

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

Clap up yo crib, it's the
Who you know wit gunz kill shit
Just we're them hot niggerz
mo records than rock niggaz

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

To cop a Benz inch chrome, the shoes, I got nuttin' to lose
But everything to for thorough 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 cock flames
It's and ain't shit gon change niggaz

Motherfuckers that
Let the God be his here nigga

Oh my
INC niggers