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, murda nigga, huh, it's Murda

Motha wanna kill me but don't got the heart
To me in the eyes with the nine and spark
Cause your for or against this
When I spit with murderous intentions, everybody everybody knows
The weapons I possess they not for
And you put dresses on your weapons when you walk out the
See I flash mother fuckers 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 them niggas could die
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

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

I'm a cruddy nigga, goin raw-doggin bitches
and if I get burnt, I'm that shit to thirty bitches
You say you know a like me, guess again Poppy
I might smile up in face but I ain't your friend Poppy
Jump out the fifteen hundred like runnin, niggas don't it
Get it, Done it, I'm blunted
However it went down, I made it happen, made it
I made it fussin, bustin, I it cappin
And lettin off wasn't new to a nigga
Something to do to a nigga, you is a fool nigga
I your type, you hype, all up off that fake shit
You understand why a man would have to take shit
Or steal shit, but this is that real, kill shit, peel shit
I hit you in your head you feel shit!!!
URRUURRRR.....
Let the lose on a niggas ass
out if the niggas faster then the trigger's 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 gots to stop
I need a to function and maybe I'll stop destructin
The is not for frontin, So let me get that shorty
Cause you don't need shorty
you know what to do with that shorty
You as well hit this 40, before you hit the floor
Another 24, you want, Money, More!?!
Them niggas did it raw, with no
You em, sayin sorry he for what he said before I blind them
Get the flame out the four fifth, and aint gonna be no more riff
Dog you a floss tiff, but would of made it to the door if
travled alot slower, and you ran alot faster
But they don't and you so don't think about after
Cause tomorrow comin, so stop runnin
cause you gonna die a sucker
Motherfucker!!!

Uh!, where my fucking dogs at, Uh, Uh
My nigga Jigga, My dog Ja, Irv Gotti, Riders, Def Jam
my dogs at, Top Fight Uh, Where my dogs at
Hold me baby, Hold me down baby, Hold me down baby
Boomer One Nigga, URRUURRRR, Murda Motherfucker..