Luyện nghe bài hát Genocide

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

My daddy done killed a
Went and put that to her head
My done killa you
feel a pull a part that man and
(Let me up!) it look like?
See my daddy done 'em dead
come down from the earth
My daddy done you
feel a pull a part that man and
(Let me up!) it look?

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 you'll see
It's murder, murder
Murder,

(It's been a 187 in bitch!)
Murderess, murder listen, hit a whippin'
Tinted windows ride at wifey (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 drive bys got this music industry time lined
Lookin' like Rosecrans when niggas throw up signs, but I
I'm talkin' about that where it's hot grinds
Shit, I'm tryna get paid and keep 'em guys high
I feel like I could just bury 'em, bury 'em
Cause delirium, mass hysteria, scarier
I'm very aware that hip hop needed to carry it
So I married that bitch and down in that chariot
Hangin' way too fuckin' close, beware the
This is hub nigga, don't make us embarrass you
Man, you should be realistic, these niggas here ballistic
We did the numbers and you lookin' another statistic

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

Ahh, recognize side the sides reside until the dead has risen
Live in a project building, the module ceilings
I ride, I'mma ride in a stolen
Ride the eyes of five blind men, my vision (Corrupted)
tried counselin', five plans for Kendrick (But fuck it)
My family's ties, had sabotaged existence (abducted)
My aliens on surveillance, they payed me a (Disgusting)
Our stadium's packed, in black
drippin', silver 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 fuck 'em up, your supper's up or up
I hoping all get orthotist, rope it before the double broke
Plenty ruckus the weapon I protect it under oath
My discretion, fuck blessing, fuck your life
your hope, fuck your mama
Fuck your daddy, fuck you homie
Fuck the up when we came up, that's Compton homie!

Murder,


It's all

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