Luyện nghe bài hát The Murderers

Word to God, y'all who the fuck this is
You know we would yo kidz
You what the fuck we do
Murder niggaz like you

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

My momma told me the streetz will slow me down
Daddy never showed me how the heat will 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 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 thug point of

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

It's murda motherfucker we don't beg or
We take shit, fuck you and yo bitch, when the eight spit
You could the hatred, taste it
You high now, you ain't 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 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 chasin' yesterday, you gon tomorrow
It's murda motherfucker, we don't beg or
We shit, fuck you and yo fake bitch
When the eight spit you could feel the hatred, it
It's your blood, when we blood, we murderers
We throw slugz, we we sell drugz
And tell thugz live it up till yo stopz

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

And you holla holla, the same niggaz that I ball wit
I'm a brawl wit I'm a tank in banks and takin' all of it
we're flawless, wit nutten 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 livin' y'all niggaz just spit about it
I rob and stomp niggaz two third of my
The other one spent sittin' on curbz chasin' those birdz

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

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

If you chasin' yesterday, you gon miss
It's murda motherfucker, we don't beg or
We take shit, fuck you and yo fake
When the spit you could feel the hatred, taste it
It's your blood, when we blood, we murderers
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 on niggaz the minute I spot 'em
Who's gettin' it, I got him nigga and gone
Gonna guide 'em to the roads show '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 murderer
What you want this, we'll kidnap yo kids

up yo crib, it's the murderaz
Who you know wit gunz that kill
Just because them hot niggerz
Sell mo records than niggaz

lock it down for six months and shock niggaz what's my name?
J the A. R U L E with them hoez get between more than isley
You deny me, I'm the muthafuckin' one, druggin' bitches like heroin
The God be the rule, if you're hot eyes on your jewels

To cop a Benz twenty chrome, the shoes, I got nuttin' to lose
But everything to live for thorough demand 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, we cock them flames
It's murda and ain't shit gon niggaz

understand that
Let the God be his here nigga

Oh my
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