Luyện nghe bài hát First Degree

Da
Uh,
Ey yo chris man, what you think these was thinking 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 these niggaz man a piece of the pie come in the
We in man, franchise want in

I love niggaz who drama till the gun is stuck in they face
for they mama,
Left with in the dome three in the chest and waist
let this young nigga decieve you,
If you want beef then tell me to meet you
I'll so much heat, one side of the earth will melt, then step off
boppin, chain rockin, notch in my belt,
My niggas rock raw and stick barrel
mouth till they catch lock jaw,
I got plans to a million and more
I hit a million and four, before death,
Pull a gun on me one in me
I'm to make 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 world so cold it's numbened me, I'm so I'm filthy
I done scared so many niggaz, it's gonna a scared nigga to kill me
If it's murda, drugs, or related to thugz I'm guilty

(chorus) x2
Ja
murda, we gon leave you in, nigga
Franchise fill you wit lead, nigga
No more crying over blood
Throw yo if you a real thug
Uhh

Yo, you see sometime niggaz, boy, you gon speak to the four
Cause you'se a sometime thug, sometime the law
I'ma seek to you it you breathe no more, we crash the door
not a game, pesci don't 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, to l.i to buckle the pies
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, cause 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 I cross the bridge and I toss yo wig
Frontin niggaz, fake for me
Cause for them cakes I'm 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 that
See me hoppin out a gray 5, dope in the
And enough to have these blocks open for months
When I pop up, better head for the hills
Act up and you gon see how heads'll get killed
Starter for war, dog I'm holdin plenty of
come home to find a bomb taped to they son
Bunch of violent taking your one's
Went copping a bird now we cop em by the tons, ya heard?
I down till my vision is blurred
Shit I'm only to live it up, get high and drunk till I hurl
Type of nigga bag up yo girl and twist her
I got no love for these and these bitch ass niggaz
me cause they wish they had it like me
I'm from and I'm glad to be (brooklyn!)
murda

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