Luyện nghe bài hát First Degree

Da
Uh,
Ey yo chris man, what you think niggaz was thinking man?
Fuck niggaz thinking, man? ain't no violators except us man
Why these niggaz trying to shit without us man huh?
I told niggaz man a piece of the pie come in the game
We want in man, want in

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

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Ja
It's murda, we gon you in, nigga
gonna fill you wit lead, nigga
No crying over spilled blood
Throw yo gunz if you a thug
Uhh

Yo, you see y'all sometime niggaz, boy, you gon speak to the
Cause you'se a sometime thug, seeking the law
I'ma seek to you it you no more, when we crash the door
It's not a game, pesci don't no more, black tahoe
Stashing the door, beautful in it
A nigga jinxed so a urinal in it, on the belt do the usual limit
You know, double five, to l.i to buckle the pies
Before I die I want you speakers to bleed my
Cafe, weed leaky k, three of the same
I let my hit this man, cause ain't 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 once I the bridge and I toss yo wig
Frontin niggaz, fake for me
Cause for them cakes I'm running in yo
murda

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

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