Luyện nghe bài hát First Degree

Da
Uh,
Ey yo chris man, what you think niggaz was thinking man?
Fuck y'all niggaz thinking, ain't no violators except us man
Why these niggaz trying to violate shit us man huh?
I told these niggaz man a piece of the pie come in the
We want in man, franchise in

I love niggaz who talk drama till the gun is in they face
Screaming for mama,
Left with three in the three in the chest and waist
Don't let this young decieve you,
If you want beef then tell me where to you
bring so much heat, one side of the earth will melt, then step off
Bitty boppin, chain rockin, in my belt,
My niggas rock raw and stick barrel
Niggas mouth till they lock jaw,
I got plans to a million and more
Before I hit a and four, before death,
Pull a gun on me one in me
I'm trying to make sure, want none of me
You just don't know what these streets done to me, what's become of me
I was raised in a world so cold it's numbened me, I'm so I'm filthy
I done scared so niggaz, it's gonna take a scared nigga to kill me
If it's murda, drugs, guns or to thugz I'm guilty

(chorus) x2
Ja
It's murda, we gon you in, nigga
Franchise 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
you'se a sometime thug, sometime seeking the law
I'ma seek to you it you breathe no more, when we crash the
It's not a game, pesci laugh no more, black tahoe
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 want you to bleed my name
Cafe, weed leaky k, franchise 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, force the kid
I'm a gangsta once I cross the bridge and I yo wig
niggaz, don't fake for me
Cause for cakes I'm running in yo bakery
murda

(chorus) x2

Ey yo my niggaz stay on the job and if any drama involved
We grip shotguns, maddex are the one's revolve
See me hoppin out a gray 5, dope in the
And enough coke to have these blocks open for
When I pop up, niggaz better head for the
Act up and you gon see how many heads'll get
Starter for war, dog I'm holdin plenty of
Niggaz come home to find a bomb to they son
Bunch of violent niggaz taking one's
Went from copping a bird now we cop em by the tons, ya
I henny till my vision is blurred
Shit I'm only trying to live it up, get high and till I hurl
Type of nigga that'll bag up yo girl and her
I got no love for these niggaz and these bitch ass
me cause they wish they had it like me
I'm from and I'm glad to be (brooklyn!)
murda

(chorus) x2