Luyện nghe bài hát The Murderers

Word to God, y'all know who the this is
You know we would kidnap yo
You know what the 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, die slowly
snatch rollies, gats'll leave you holy

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

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

When the kids need clothes, a thug gon do?
Hit the and hustle, pick up the heat and bust you
I'm tryin' to eat like Russel, is my hustle
But you keep chasin' yesterday, you gon miss

It's motherfucker we don't beg or borrow
We take shit, you and yo fake bitch, when the eight spit
You could the hatred, taste it
You high right now, you ready to die right now

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

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

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

And watch you holla holla, the same 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 nutten to loosin' bustin'
And brossen niggerz y'all can't

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

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

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

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

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

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

Clap up yo crib, the murderaz
Who you wit gunz that kill shit
Just we're them hot niggerz
Sell mo records than niggaz

I'ma lock it down for six months and shock niggaz my name?
J the A. R U L E with them hoez get between more than isley
You can't deny me, I'm the muthafuckin' one, druggin' like heroin
The God be the rule, if hot keep eyes on your jewels

To cop a Benz twenty inch chrome, the shoes, I got to lose
But to live for thorough bread demand and supply the raw
I put my smash down N Y to Chi town INC murder spittin' in roundz
You don't her how it soundz, when we cock them flames
It's murda and ain't shit gon niggaz

Motherfuckers that
Let the God be his here smirloff

Oh my
Murder INC