Luyện nghe bài hát Murdergram

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

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

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

I'm a cruddy nigga, raw-doggin dirty bitches
and if I get burnt, I'm givin shit to thirty bitches
You say you know a nigga me, guess again Poppy
I might smile up in your face but I your friend Poppy
Jump out the fifteen hundred like runnin, niggas 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 nothing new to a nigga
Something to do to a nigga, Cause you is a fool
I know your type, you hype, all up off that shit
You can't understand why a man would have to take
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 dogs lose on a ass
Find out if the niggas faster the trigger's blast
A fucking snake in the form
Knowin damn well that what I do is wrong, plus I do is strong
Niggas is makin movies so i gots to 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 need that shorty
you don't know what to do that shorty
You as well hit this 40, before you hit the floor
24, What you want, Money, More!?!
Them niggas did it raw, with no
You find em, sorry he for what he said before I blind them
Get the flame out the four fifth, and there aint gonna be no riff
Dog you a floss tiff, but would of made it to the door if
Bullets travled alot slower, and you ran alot
But they don't and you can't so don't about after
Cause ain't comin, so stop runnin
you gonna 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 dogs at, Top Uh, Where my dogs at
me down baby, Hold me down baby, Hold me down baby
Boomer One Nigga, URRUURRRR, Murda Motherfucker..