Luyện nghe bài hát First Degree

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

I love niggaz who talk till the gun is stuck in they face
for they mama,
Left with three in the three in the chest and waist
Don't let this young nigga you,
If you want beef then me where 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
Niggas mouth they catch lock jaw,
I got plans to spend a and more
I hit a million and four, before death,
Pull a gun on me one in me
I'm trying to make sure, niggaz none of me
You just don't know what these streets have to me, what's become of me
I was raised in a so cold it's numbened me, I'm so dirty I'm filthy
I done so many niggaz, it's gonna take a scared nigga to kill me
If it's murda, drugs, guns or related to thugz I'm

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Ja
It's murda, we gon leave you in,
gonna fill you wit lead, nigga
No more crying spilled blood
Throw yo gunz if you a thug
Uhh

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

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Ey yo my niggaz stay on the job and if any drama involved
We grip shotguns, are the one's 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, better head for the hills
Act up and you gon see how heads'll get killed
Starter for war, dog I'm holdin of gunz
Niggaz home to find a bomb taped to they son
Bunch of violent niggaz taking one's
Went from copping a now we cop em by the tons, ya heard?
I henny till my vision is blurred
Shit I'm only trying to live it up, get high and till I hurl
of nigga that'll bag up yo girl and twist her
I got no love for these niggaz and these ass niggaz
Hatin me cause they wish they had it me
I'm from brooklyn and I'm to be (brooklyn!)
murda

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