Luyện nghe bài hát Murder

I'm still C bitch so what the fuck is up?
I'm puttin' powder on the cuz I got
Big fuckin' comin' back from Louisiana
In a Fleetwood
I deserve them nigga's shit to put pea's on they banner
Got the pound by four cuz you know I just
Pay to bought thirty from me
So I fronted two, he gonna pop to seven hundred
Times sixty two, twenty four eight is I do
So fuck 'cha do
If I told ya number's you think I was lyin'
Young nigga's twenty two talkin' bout retirin'
In the game ain't a thang comin' far we been
home two apartment's where enter
Tight friends mo to the ounce
Cuz the the shit, I done got me
Fifty ounces out of birds ya
Tightin' up no slack checkin' my stock
Got some City nigga's so I'm a go to my garage
Just got from California kicked it with B-Legit
Put me down purple chronic and that hurricane shit
At the studio with Tom, I I could stay
I got to at Master P, cuz we got money to make
We with playa'z from the South stack man
Ball I got to stack big cheeze man
Bitch say he wanna ya
You got nine grand I rappin' shit
Till my in my hand
South Texas that's where I stay
money from yo bitches every
Got day
Big I'm foldin'
Hoes is on my mutherfuckin'
For all this dick I be
I hate man show it
if a fool take our style and
Act like my nigga's know it
I it with the trill nigga's so you best's
Not trip if ya keep on talkin'
My nigga empty the
Hoe azz

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

Verse Two:

Well this Bun-B and I'm the king
I'm movin' chickens got 'em finger
Stickin' nigga's who be
You need a swift yo azz is right for the pickin'
Now as my pocket's stickin'
I be thinkin' nigga's you sick
I be clickin' now take a look at the
Bigger Marl liquor swigger
Playa hata ditch figure
My hair trigger you one hot one in yo liver
You shiver shake and
I'm free nigga you wetter den a river
For what worth it's suburblous some nigga's doin' dirt
Fuck her and take off her skirt
Make the pussy Mister Master
Hit the Swisha faster then you a
Blister bastard her sister faster
Hit the for sale yo
better have my mail hoe
Before I catch a murder case and go to hoe
Hell no, time to bail hit the so
We can sell mo fuckin' get the scale
No other bullet duck or get
Inside this game they buck us
Cuz the clucker's love us
Make them class suckers
they jelly like smoker's
I hit like
Cuz Short bring the rukus
for my muthfucker's
Cookin' cheese to crooked
up quarter key's
Just to get the hook with
Wanna bee's get on yo
Fill the squeeze from HK one three's
>From here to over
We do we please
No trip cuz we
up a dip
I'm breakin' 'em off they hip to yo lip
Go ask boy Skip
That Bun rip
With one clip, as the gun slip
Now I done ripped out my
Flyin' yo belly belly and
smelly red jelly is drippin' out of ya belly
Servin' 'em like a jumped on my cellular telli
Hoe sell it like goin' out of style
You can't see me so have a
Motherfuckin' Sweet and