Luyện nghe bài hát Murdergram

Niggas is dead, dead I tell you, be serious
What you think is happen
With three of the illest together
Street and so fourth on one track,huh?
Can't be serious, murda nigga, huh, it's Murda

Mothafuckers wanna kill me but don't got the
To look me in the with the nine and spark
'Cause you're for or against this
I spit with murderous intentions
Everybody goes, knows

The weapons I possess, not for show
And you put dresses on your weapons when you out the door
See once I flash mother fuckers better do the one dash
Or be one ass

J to the A Y to the drive by to hood
Screamin' to you, why would you fuck with me?
I put you six feet deep and them niggas
Could die wit'cha the hot pistol and pop the hot Cristal

And promise you one thing, to not miss you
Jahova the god that served ya
'Cause dead or alive I arrive it's murda

Shit I y'all niggas know to lay low now
thou shall perish if you don't bow down
'Cause I hit 'em on sight, it's dark, dim the
You shot twice god to this the night

That a lot of fear the coming of their life
And you dead right be in hell for ice
Fuckin' with Ja you bitch talking shit
All on my dick you broke making me rich

You gonna blaze me 'cause you high off the henne rock
Flow handling me your not
Check my forte not even on a bad day you beat
Rather beat your or your bitch

My flow be the sick shit, ill
Niggas dying 'cause they know I spit iron
Nothing but bark flyin', and mics, hell and night
Go together like and light
Niggas seein' my plight, It's alright

I let the world I shine like ice
I bet it all I can a hard four in the dice
'Cause I'm a gambling man, you gamble
With a gat in your hand, spin in and put it to your head

'Cause we dance no more all we do is cock and spit
Dedicated to giving you but thug shit
Think we playing, you undoubtable further
Fuckin' with I N C is

I'm a cruddy nigga, goin' raw-doggin' bitches
And if I get burnt, I'm givin' that shit to bitches
You say you know a nigga like me, guess Poppy
I might smile up in face but I ain't your friend Poppy

out the fifteen hundred like runnin', niggas don't want it
Get it, done it, I'm blunted
However it went down, I made it happen, it scrapin'
I made it fussin', bustin', I it cappin'

And off wasn't nothing new to a nigga
Something to do to a 'cause you is a fool nigga
I know your type, you hype, all up off that fake
You can't understand why a man would have to take

Or steal shit, but is that real, niggas kill shit, peel shit
I hit you in your head you feel shit
Let the dogs lose on a ass
Find out if the niggas faster the trigger's blast

A fucking snake in the form
Knowin' damn well that what I do is wrong, plus I do is strong
Niggas is makin' movies so I gots to production
I a block to function and maybe I'll stop destructin'

The is not for frontin', so let me get that shorty
'Cause you don't that shorty
You don't what to do with that shorty
You as well hit this 40, before you hit the floor

24, what you want, money, more?
Them did it raw, with no condom
You 'em, sayin' sorry he for what he said before I blind them
Get the flame out the four fifth, and there ain't be no more riff

Dog you want a floss tiff but would of it to the door if
traveled a lot slower and you ran a lot faster
But they don't and you can't so think about after
tomorrow ain't comin', so stop runnin'
'Cause you gonna die a sucker, murder motherfucker

Uh, my mother fucking dogs at?
My Jigga, my dog Ja, Irv Gotti, Rough Riders, Def Jam
Where my dogs at? Top Fight Uh, my dogs at?
Hold me down, baby, hold me down, baby, hold me down,
Boomer one love nigga, motherfucker