Luyện nghe bài hát Genocide

Stone cold in these Compton streets
One hand on the 9, all on me
Murder,
Murder,
Call 9-1-1
Hands up in the air for the words see
murder, it's murder
Murder,

My daddy done a bitch
Went and put that dome to her
My done killa you
feel a pull a part that man and
(Let me up!) What it like?
See my daddy kill 'em dead
Bullets down from the earth
My daddy done you
Don't feel a pull a part man and
(Let me up!) What it

Stone killers in these Compton streets
One on the 9, all eyes on me
Murder,
Murder,
9-1-1 emergency
Hands up in the air for the words see
It's murder, it's
Murder,

(It's been a 187 in bitch!)
Murderess, murder listen, hit a whippin'
Tinted windows ride at your (Blah!) and I bet you miss her
the protools and we throw the clip in both trays
That's one on the left and one in the right hand, Scottie Pippen ways
Been doin' bys got this music industry time lined
Lookin' like Rosecrans when niggas up them signs, but I
I'm talkin' about that bottom it's hot grinds
Shit, I'm just tryna get paid and 'em guys high
Sometimes I like I could just bury 'em, bury 'em
Cause delirium, mass hysteria, area
I'm very aware hip hop needed somethin' to carry it
So I married that and swung down in that chariot
way too fuckin' close, beware the barrier
This is hub city nigga, don't make us you
Man, you should be realistic, these niggas 'round here
We did the numbers and you lookin' like statistic

Stone cold in these Compton streets
One on the 9, all eyes on me
Murder,
Murder,
Call emergency
Hands up in the air for the to see
murder, it's murder
Murder,

Ahh, whatever side the sides reside until the dead has risen
Live in a project building, dodgin' the ceilings
I ride, I'mma ride in a stolen
Ride with the eyes of five blind men, my (Corrupted)
Mama tried counselin', five plans for Kendrick (But it)
My ties, had sabotaged Rosecrans existence (abducted)
My aliens on surveillance, they me a visit (Disgusting)
Our stadium's packed, in black
drippin', silver bullet, palladium in my strap
I lie on the of a one way street
Nowhere to go, all I can see
I say "Fuck is up?", I fuck 'em up, your supper's up or up
I hoping all get orthotist, rope it before the double broke
Plenty with the weapon I protect it under oath
My discretion, fuck your blessing, your life
your hope, fuck your mama
Fuck daddy, fuck you dead homie
Fuck the world up when we came up, that's homie!

Murder,


It's all

Murder,
Murder,
been a murder
(It's a 187 in this bitch!)