Luyện nghe bài hát First Degree

Da
Uh,
Ey yo chris man, what you think these niggaz was thinking
Fuck niggaz thinking, man? ain't no violators except us man
Why niggaz trying to violate shit without us man huh?
I told these niggaz man a piece of the pie in the game
We want in man, want in

I love niggaz who talk drama till the gun is stuck in face
Screaming for mama,
Left three in the dome three in the chest and waist
Don't let this nigga decieve you,
If you want beef then tell me to meet you
I'll bring so much heat, one side of the earth will melt, then off
Bitty boppin, rockin, notch in my belt,
My niggas rock raw and stick style
Niggas mouth till they lock jaw,
I got to spend a million and more
Before I hit a million and four, death,
Pull a gun on me one in me
I'm trying to make sure, niggaz want of me
You just don't know what 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 take a scared to kill me
If murda, drugs, guns or related to thugz I'm guilty

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

Yo, you see sometime niggaz, boy, you gon speak to the four
you'se a sometime thug, sometime seeking the law
I'ma to you it you breathe no more, when we crash the door
It's not a game, don't laugh no more, black tahoe
Stashing the door, beautful in it
A nigga jinxed so there's a urinal in it, on the belt do the limit
You know, five, heading to l.i to buckle the pies
I die I want you speakers to bleed my name
Cafe, leaky k, franchise three of the same
I let my hit this man, cause ain't nuttin but x's on my hitlist, man
And I'm a buisness man in the city, don't the kid
I'm a gangsta once I cross the bridge and I yo wig
niggaz, don't fake for me
Cause for them cakes I'm in yo bakery
It's

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Ey yo my niggaz stay on the job and if there's any drama
We grip shotguns, maddex are the that revolve
See me hoppin out a 5, dope in the trunk
And enough to have these blocks open for months
When I pop up, niggaz better head for the
Act up and you gon see how heads'll get killed
Starter for war, dog I'm plenty of gunz
Niggaz come to find a bomb taped to they son
Bunch of violent niggaz your one's
Went from copping a bird now we cop em by the tons, ya
I henny till my vision is blurred
Shit I'm only trying to live it up, get high and till I hurl
Type of nigga that'll bag up yo and twist her
I got no love for these 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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