Luyện nghe bài hát First Degree

Da
Uh,
Ey yo chris man, what you think these niggaz was thinking
Fuck y'all thinking, man? ain't no violators except us man
Why these niggaz trying to violate shit us man huh?
I told these niggaz man a piece of the pie come in the
We in man, franchise want in

I love niggaz who talk drama the gun is stuck in they face
Screaming for mama,
Left with three in the dome in the chest and waist
Don't let this young decieve you,
If you want beef then tell me to meet you
I'll bring so much heat, one of the earth will melt, then step off
boppin, chain rockin, notch in my belt,
My rock raw and stick barrel style
mouth till they catch lock jaw,
I got to spend a million and more
I hit a million and four, before death,
Pull a gun on me one in me
I'm trying to sure, niggaz want none of me
You just don't know these streets have done to me, what's become of me
I was raised in a world so cold it's numbened me, I'm so dirty I'm
I done scared so many niggaz, it's gonna a scared nigga to kill me
If it's murda, drugs, guns or related to thugz I'm

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Ja
murda, we gon leave you in, nigga
Franchise fill you wit lead, nigga
No more over spilled blood
Throw yo gunz if you a thug
Uhh

Yo, you see y'all sometime niggaz, boy, you gon speak to the
you'se a sometime thug, sometime seeking the law
I'ma seek to you it you breathe no more, we crash the door
not a game, pesci don't laugh no more, black tahoe
Stashing the door, fitting in it
A nigga jinxed so there's a in it, on the belt do the usual limit
You know, double five, to l.i to buckle the pies
Before I die I want you speakers to bleed my
Cafe, weed leaky k, franchise of the same
I let my niggaz hit this man, cause nuttin but x's on my hitlist, man
And I'm a buisness man in the city, force the kid
I'm a once I cross the bridge and I toss yo wig
Frontin niggaz, fake for me
Cause for them cakes I'm running in yo
It's

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Ey yo my stay on the job and if there's any drama involved
We grip shotguns, maddex are the one's revolve
See me hoppin out a gray 5, in the trunk
And enough coke to have these blocks for months
When I pop up, better head for the hills
Act up and you gon see how many heads'll get
for war, dog I'm holdin plenty of gunz
Niggaz come home to find a taped to they son
Bunch of violent niggaz your one's
Went from copping a now we cop em by the tons, ya heard?
I down henny till my vision is
Shit I'm only trying to live it up, get high and drunk I hurl
Type of nigga bag up yo girl and twist her
I got no love for niggaz and these bitch ass niggaz
Hatin me cause wish they had it like me
I'm from brooklyn and I'm to be (brooklyn!)
murda

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