Luyện nghe bài hát Murder

I'm still Pimp C bitch so the fuck is up?
I'm puttin' powder on the cuz I got
Big fuckin' nut's comin' back from
In a Lana
I deserve them nigga's shit to put pea's on they banner
Got the four by four cuz you know I just
Pay to bought thirty from me
So I fronted forty two, he gonna pop to seven
Times two, twenty four eight is what I do
So what 'cha do
If I told ya cocaine number's you think I was
Young twenty two talkin' bout they retirin'
In the game ain't a thang comin' far then we
Rick's home two apartment's where
Tight friends mo bounce to the
Cuz the the shit, I done got me
Fifty ounces out of ya bitch
Tightin' up no slack bitches my stock
Got some Burban City so I'm a go to my garage
Just got back from California kicked it B-Legit
Put me down purple chronic and that 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 Ball I got to big cheeze man
Bitch say he wanna ya
You got grand I ain't rappin' shit
Till my in my hand
South Texas mutherfucka that's I stay
Gettin' money yo bitches every
Got day
Big paper I'm
Hoes is on my mutherfuckin'
For all dick I be holdin'
I hate grown man it
Especially if a fool take our and
Act like my nigga's don't it
I kick it the trill nigga's so you best's
Not trip if ya on talkin' shit
My nigga empty the
Hoe azz

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

Two: {Bun-B}

Well this Bun-B bitch and I'm the
I'm chickens got 'em finger lickin'
Stickin' nigga's who be
You need a swift kickin' yo azz is right for the
Now as my pocket's stickin'
I be thinkin' nigga's you sick
I be clickin' now take a look at the
Bigger nigga Marl swigger
Playa ditch digger figure
My hair trigger you bound one hot one in yo
You shiver shake and
I'm free from nigga you wetter den a
For what it's it's suburblous some nigga's doin' dirt
Fuck her and take off her skirt
Make the pussy hurt Master
Hit the Swisha faster then you a
Blister bastard fuck her sister
Hit the elbro for yo
Brother have my mail hoe
Before I catch a murder case and go to hoe
Hell no, time to bail hit the so
We can mo fuckin' yell get the scale
No other bullet duck or get
Inside this game better buck us
Cuz the clucker's they us
Make class dick suckers
Check jelly like smoker's
I hit like
Cuz Texas bring the rukus
for my muthfucker's
Cookin' cheese to crooked
up quarter key's
Just to get the with ease
Wanna bee's get on yo
Fill the squeeze them HK one three's
here to over sea's
We do we please
No trip cuz we
up a dip
I'm breakin' 'em off from hip to yo lip
Go ask boy Skip
That 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 drippin' out of ya
Servin' 'em like a Deli on my cellular telli
Hoe it like it's goin' out of style
You can't see me Marcus so a
Sweet and smile