Luyện nghe bài hát First Degree

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

I love niggaz who drama till the gun is stuck in they face
Screaming for mama,
Left with three in the dome in the chest and waist
let this young nigga decieve you,
If you want beef then me where to meet you
I'll bring so much heat, one side of the earth will melt, step off
Bitty boppin, rockin, notch in my belt,
My rock raw and stick barrel style
Niggas till they catch lock jaw,
I got plans to a million and more
Before I hit a million and four, death,
a gun on me squeeze one in me
I'm trying to sure, niggaz want none of me
You just don't what these streets have done 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 scared so many niggaz, it's gonna a scared nigga to kill me
If it's murda, drugs, guns or to thugz I'm guilty

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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 real
Uhh

Yo, you see y'all sometime niggaz, boy, you gon speak to the
Cause you'se a sometime thug, seeking the law
I'ma seek to you it you no more, when we crash the door
It's not a game, pesci don't laugh no more, tahoe
Stashing the door, fitting in it
A nigga jinxed so there's a urinal in it, on the do the usual limit
You know, double five, heading to l.i to buckle the
I die I want you speakers to bleed my name
Cafe, weed leaky k, three of the same
I let my niggaz hit this man, 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
Frontin niggaz, fake for me
for them cakes I'm running in yo bakery
It's

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Ey yo my niggaz stay on the job and if any drama involved
We grip shotguns, maddex are the one's that
See me hoppin out a gray 5, in the trunk
And enough coke to have these open for months
When I pop up, better head for the hills
Act up and you gon see how many get killed
for war, dog I'm holdin plenty of gunz
Niggaz come home to find a bomb to they son
Bunch of violent taking your one's
from copping a bird 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 till I
Type of that'll bag up yo girl and twist her
I got no love for these niggaz and these bitch ass
me cause they wish they had it like me
I'm brooklyn and I'm glad to be (brooklyn!)
murda

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