Luyện nghe bài hát Genocide

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

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

Stone cold in these Compton streets
One hand on the 9, all 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 a 187 in this bitch!)
Murderess, murder listen, hit a whippin'
Tinted windows at your wifey (Blah!) and I bet you miss her
Reload the protools and we the clip in both trays
That's one on the left and one in the right hand, Scottie both ways
Been doin' drive bys got this music industry time
Lookin' like Rosecrans niggas throw up them signs, but I
I'm talkin' about bottom where it's hot grinds
Shit, I'm tryna get paid and keep 'em guys high
Sometimes I feel like I could just 'em, bury 'em
Cause delirium, mass hysteria, scarier
I'm very aware that hip hop needed somethin' to it
So I married that bitch and swung in that chariot
Hangin' way too fuckin' close, the barrier
This is hub city nigga, don't us embarrass you
Man, you should be realistic, these 'round here ballistic
We did the numbers and you lookin' like statistic

Stone cold killers in these Compton
One hand on the 9, all on me
Murder,
Murder,
Call 9-1-1
up in the air for the world to see
It's murder, 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 in a stolen jeep
Ride with the eyes of five men, my vision (Corrupted)
Mama counselin', five plans for Kendrick (But fuck it)
My ties, had sabotaged Rosecrans existence (abducted)
My aliens on surveillance, they me a visit (Disgusting)
Our packed, raiders in black
Curls drippin', bullet, palladium in my strap
I lie on the of a one way street
to go, death all I can see
I say "Fuck is up?", I 'em up, your supper's up or somethings up
I hoping all get orthotist, rope it before the double dutch
ruckus with the weapon I protect it under oath
My discretion, fuck your blessing, your life
Fuck your hope, your mama
Fuck your daddy, fuck you homie
Fuck the world up when we came up, Compton homie!

Murder,


It's all

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