Luyện nghe bài hát Murder

I'm Pimp C bitch so what the fuck is up?
I'm puttin' on the streets cuz I got
Big fuckin' nut's comin' from Louisiana
In a Lana
I deserve nigga's shit to put they pea's on they banner
Got the pound four by cuz you know I just
Pay to nigga bought thirty me
So I fronted two, he gonna pop to seven hundred
Times sixty two, four eight is what I do
So fuck 'cha do
If I told ya cocaine you think I was lyin'
Young nigga's twenty two bout they retirin'
In the game ain't a thang comin' far then we
Rick's home two 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 slack bitches checkin' my
Got Burban City nigga's so I'm a go to my garage
got back from California kicked it with B-Legit
Put me down with purple chronic and hurricane shit
At the studio Tom, I wish I could stay
I got to holla at P, cuz we got money to make
We with from the South stack gee'z man
Like I got to stack big cheeze man
Bitch say he wanna ya
You got nine grand I ain't rappin'
Till my in my hand
South Texas mutherfucka where I stay
Gettin' from yo bitches every
Got day
Big I'm foldin'
is on my mutherfuckin' jock
For all this 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 with the trill so you best's
Not trip if ya on talkin' shit
My empty the clip
Hoe azz

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

Verse {Bun-B}

Well this Bun-B and I'm the king
I'm movin' chickens got 'em lickin'
Stickin' who be trippin'
You need a swift yo azz is right for the pickin'
Now down as my stickin'
I be thinkin' slippin' you sick
When I be now take a look at the
nigga Marl liquor swigger
Playa hata ditch figure
My hair trigger you one hot one in yo liver
You shiver shake and
I'm free from nigga you wetter den a
For what it's worth it's suburblous some nigga's doin'
her first and take off her skirt
Make the pussy hurt Mister
Hit the Swisha faster you keep a
bastard fuck her sister faster
Hit the elbro for yo
better have my mail hoe
Before I catch a case and go to jail hoe
Hell no, to bail hit the trail so
We can sell mo yell get the scale
No bullet duck or get shoved
Inside this they better buck us
Cuz the clucker's love us
Make class dick suckers
Check they jelly smoker's
I hit nun-chuckers
Cuz Texas bring the rukus
for my muthfucker's
Cookin' cheese to crooked
Rockin' up key's
Just to get the with ease
Wanna get on yo knee's
the squeeze from them HK one three's
>From here to sea's
We do what we
No trip cuz we
up a dip
I'm 'em off from they hip to yo lip
Go ask that boy
nigga Bun rip
With one clip, soon as the gun
Now I ripped out my Barile
Flyin' through yo belly and
Some smelly red jelly is out of ya belly
Servin' 'em a Deli jumped on my cellular telli
Hoe sell it like goin' out of style
You can't see me so have a
Sweet and smile