Luyện nghe bài hát Murdergram

Niggas is dead, I tell you, can't be serious
What you think is happen
with of the illest niggas together
music and so fourth on one track,huh?
Can't be serious, it's nigga, huh, it's Murda

Motha fuckers kill me but don't got the heart
To look me in the with the nine and spark
whether your for or against this
When I spit with murderous intentions, goes everybody knows
The weapons I possess not for show
And you put dresses on your weapons you walk out the door
See once I flash mother better do the one shot dash
Or be one ass
J to the A-Y to the drive by to your hood bye-bye to you
Why would you fuck me
Knowing I put you six feet deep and them niggas could die
Cock the hot and pop the hot Cristal
And you only one thing, to not miss you
Jahova the god that served ya
Cause dead or alive when I arrive Murda

[Ja
Shit I hope ya'll niggas to lay low now
Cause thou shall perish if you don't bow
Cause I hit em on sight, its dark dim the
You shot twice god bless to the night
That alot of fear the coming of their life
And you dead right be in looking for ice
Fuckin with Ja you niggas talking shit
All on my dick you broke making me rich
You gonna me cause you high ripped off the henne rock
Flow semi-hot handling me not
Check my forte not even on a bad day you this
Rather beat dick or your bitch
My flow be the sick shit, ill
Niggas dying cause know I spit like iron, nothing but bark flyin
and mics, hell and night, go together like heaven and light
Niggas ain't seein my plight, alright
I let the world know I like ice
I bet it all I can throw a hard in the dice
Cause I'm a gambling man, you should gamble a gat in your hand
Spin in barrel and put it to your
Cause we dance no more all we do is cock and spit
Dedicated to giving you nothing but thug
we playing, you undoubtable fall further
Fuckin I N C is Murda

I'm a cruddy nigga, goin dirty bitches
and if I get burnt, I'm that shit to thirty bitches
You say you know a nigga me, guess again Poppy
I might smile up in your but I ain't your friend Poppy
Jump out the fifteen hundred 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 made it
And lettin off wasn't new to a nigga
to do to a nigga, Cause you is a fool nigga
I your type, you hype, all up off that fake shit
You understand why a man would have to take shit
Or steal shit, but this is that real, kill shit, peel shit
I hit you in your you won't feel shit!!!
URRUURRRR.....
Let the lose on a niggas ass
out if the niggas faster then the trigger's blast
A fucking snake in the form
Knowin damn well that what I do is wrong, plus what I do is
is makin movies so i gots to stop production
I need a block to function and maybe I'll destructin
The is not for frontin, So let me get that shorty
Cause you don't that shorty
you know what to do with that shorty
You might as well hit this 40, you hit the floor
24, What you want, Money, More!?!
Them niggas did it raw, with no
You find em, sayin sorry he for what he said before I blind
Get the flame out the fifth, and there aint gonna be no more riff
Dog you want a floss tiff, but of made it to the door if
Bullets travled alot slower, and you ran faster
But they don't and you can't so think about after
Cause ain't comin, so stop runnin
cause you die like a sucker
Motherfucker!!!

Uh!, where my mother fucking at, Uh, Uh
My Jigga, My dog Ja, Irv Gotti, Rough Riders, Def Jam
Where my at, Top Fight Uh, Where my dogs at
Hold me down baby, me down baby, Hold me down baby
Boomer One Nigga, URRUURRRR, Murda Motherfucker..