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 niggaz like you

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

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

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

When the kids need clothes, a thug gon do?
Hit the and hustle, pick up the heat and bust you
I'm to eat like Russel, murda 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, when the spit
You could the hatred, taste it
You high right now, you ain't to die right now

The five will calm you down, you under trauma now
It's drama how a child shut shit down
Kill a for the fuck of it I get you touched for chips
Fuck shit, fuck the whip, and fuck you bitch
You can just my dick

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ja's a muthafuckin' problem, any nigga not, I'ma pop him
Put the lean on niggaz the I spot 'em
gettin' it, I got him nigga dead and gone
Gonna 'em to the cross roads show 'em how those gunz blow

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

Clap up yo crib, the murderaz
Who you know wit gunz that shit
Just because we're them hot
Sell mo records than rock

I'ma lock it for six months 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, druggin' like heroin
The God be the rule, if you're hot keep eyes on your

To cop a Benz twenty inch chrome, the shoes, I got to lose
But everything to live for thorough bread and supply the raw
I put my smash down 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 ain't shit gon change

understand that
Let the God be his nigga smirloff

Oh my
Murder INC