Luyện nghe bài hát The Murderers

Word to God, y'all know who the this is
You know we kidnap yo kidz
You know the fuck we do
bitch 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 snatch rollies, gats'll you holy

My momma told me the streetz will slow me down
Daddy showed me how the heat will hold me down
So now I rob and steal, spit shit you feal, wit a clique kills
Yeah my shit's that real, I hustle 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 she said went in one ear and out the other
to mother, look at it from a thug point of view

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

It's murda motherfucker we beg or borrow
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 five will calm you down, you under trauma now
It's drama how a child will shit down
Kill a nigger for the fuck of it I get you touched for
Fuck that shit, fuck the whip, and you bitch
You can suck my dick

If you chasin' yesterday, you gon miss
It's motherfucker, we don't beg or borrow
We take shit, fuck you and yo fake
When the eight spit you could 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 stopz

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

And watch you holla, the same niggaz that I ball wit
I'm a brawl wit I'm a tank in banks and takin' all of it
Player we're flawless, wit to loosin' gunz bustin'
And brossen niggerz y'all live

Funny 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 other one third spent sittin' on curbz 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
It's murda the only to the ghetto
It's murda, nigga hand me the

And dance with the devil, gunz rapidly
shit, attractin' yo bitch, gettin' head and lean back in the sip
I mastered the chipz, nigga I'm tryin' to 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, fuck you and yo fake
When the eight spit you 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 yo time stopz

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

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

Clap up yo crib, it's the
Who you know wit gunz that shit
Just because we're them hot
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 sheetz than
You can't me, I'm the muthafuckin' one, druggin' bitches like heroin
The God be the rule, if you're hot keep on your jewels

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

Motherfuckers that
Let the God be his here nigga

Oh my
INC niggers