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Murder
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Murderは、アルバム『 』の一部として2014年1月6日にTeam 600 / La CaponeによりリリースされましたSeparate Myself
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アルバムSeparate Myself
リリース日2014年1月6日
レーベルTeam 600 / La Capone
メロディック度
アコースティック度
ヴァランス
ダンサビリティ
エネルギー
BPM62

クレジット

PERFORMING ARTISTS
L'a Capone
L'a Capone
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Leonard Anderson
Leonard Anderson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Carl Burksdale
Carl Burksdale
Producer

歌詞

[Verse 1]
You with the shit, get murdered
You talking slick get murdered
Murder me, it's unheard of
On your block, it's a murder
Man down, that's a murder
We send shots, it's a murder
Fuck the ops, we do murders
My block got murders
You with the shit, get murdered
You talking slick get murdered
Murder me it's unheard of
On your block it's a murder
Man down that's a murder
We send shots, it's a murder
You with the shit, get murdered
You talking slick get murdered
[Verse 2]
Hole in his head he a dolphin
You ain't trying to get it I ain't with it stop talking
See us or run now it's done now we hawking
Get away now I'm in your gangway stalking, stop it
Young hot head gon' pop it
Team six hundred taking off like a rocket
Big XD can't fit it in the pocket
Bank roll, shawty can't fit in the wallet
Whole team lurking everybody want a body
We do this do that they copy
Tell your bitch I only want toppy
And if she bite she gone thing I'm rocky
Fast life shit, doing hits out a Mazi
Foreign little bitch she a walking Ferrari
Killed your man well, damn, I'm sorry
I don't remember I was off that molly, probably
[Verse 3]
You with the shit, get murdered
You talking slick get murdered
Murder me, it's unheard of
On your block it's a murder
Man down that's a murder
We send shots, it's a murder
Fuck the ops, we do murders
My block got murders
You with the shit, get murdered
You talking slick get murdered
Murder me it's unheard of
On your block it's a murder
Man down, that's a murder
We send shots, it's a murder
You with the shit, get murdered
You talking slick, get murdered
[Verse 4]
Lame ass ****, be quiet
What your smoke, it stink, it's quiet
What I smoke it stink I'm tired
He get poked, don't go get fried
I'm the same **** who you seen on the drive
Popped me a pill and got everything live
Coming out the cut with the gun to the side
Switched the keys to cars bloody inside
Coming better blow D block can't go
Call number nine, yeah, that's little bro
Got a lot of **** lil Dee gon' blow
I can't forget JB gon' blow
Heavy artillery, he can get smoked
**** all jittery, he ain't gon' blow
He ain't really 'bout that life I know
Written by: Leonard Anderson
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