Luyện nghe bài hát Murdergram

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

wanna kill me but don't got the heart
To look me in the eyes the nine and spark
'Cause whether you're for or this
When I spit with intentions
goes, everybody knows

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

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

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

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

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

You gonna blaze me you high ripped off the henne rock
Flow semi-hot handling me not
my forte not even on a bad day you beat this
Rather beat your or your bitch

My flow be the sick shit, ill
Niggas dying they know I spit like iron
Nothing but bark flyin', flows and mics, hell and
Go like heaven and light
ain't 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 man, you should gamble
With a gat in your hand, spin in barrel and put it to your

'Cause we don't no more all we do is cock and spit
Dedicated to giving you nothing but thug
Think we playing, you undoubtable further
with I N C is murda

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

Jump out the fifteen like runnin', niggas don't want it
Get it, done it, when I'm
However it went down, I made it happen, made it
I made it fussin', bustin', I made it

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

Or steal shit, but this is that real, niggas kill shit, shit
I hit you in your head you won't feel
Let the dogs lose on a ass
Find out if the faster then the trigger's blast

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

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

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

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

Uh, where my fucking dogs at?
My nigga Jigga, my dog Ja, Irv Gotti, 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 love nigga, murda