Luyện nghe bài hát Murdergram

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

Mothafuckers wanna kill me but don't got the
To look me in the with the nine and spark
'Cause you're for or against this
I spit with murderous intentions
Everybody goes, knows

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

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

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

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

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

You gonna me 'cause you high ripped off the henne rock
Flow handling me your not
my forte not even on a bad day you beat this
Rather beat dick or your bitch

My flow be the shit, gravely ill
Niggas dying 'cause they know I spit iron
Nothing but bark flyin', and mics, hell and night
Go together like and light
Niggas ain't my plight, It's alright

I let the world know I like ice
I bet it all I can throw a hard four in the
'Cause I'm a gambling man, you should
With a gat in hand, spin in barrel and put it to your head

'Cause we don't no more all we do is cock and spit
Dedicated to giving you but thug shit
Think we playing, you undoubtable further
Fuckin' with I N C is

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

Jump out the fifteen hundred like runnin', niggas don't it
Get it, done it, I'm blunted
it went down, I made it happen, made it scrapin'
I made it fussin', bustin', I it cappin'

And lettin' off nothing new to a nigga
Something to do to a nigga 'cause you is a nigga
I know type, you hype, all up off that fake 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 head you won't feel shit
Let the dogs lose on a ass
Find out if the niggas faster then the blast

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

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

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

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

Uh, where my mother dogs at?
My Jigga, my dog Ja, Irv Gotti, Rough Riders, Def Jam
my dogs at? Top Fight Uh, where my dogs at?
Hold me down, baby, me down, baby, hold me down, baby
Boomer one love nigga, motherfucker