Luyện nghe bài hát First Degree

Da
Uh,
Ey yo chris man, what you think these was thinking man?
Fuck niggaz thinking, man? 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, want in

I love niggaz who talk drama till the gun is stuck in face
for they mama,
Left with three in the dome three in the and waist
let this young nigga decieve you,
If you beef then tell me where to meet you
I'll bring so 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
Niggas mouth till they lock jaw,
I got plans to spend a million and
Before I hit a million and four, death,
Pull a gun on me one in me
I'm to make sure, niggaz want none of me
You just don't know what streets have done to me, what's become of me
I was raised in a so cold it's numbened me, I'm so dirty I'm filthy
I done scared so many niggaz, it's take a scared nigga to kill me
If murda, drugs, guns or related to thugz I'm guilty

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Ja
murda, we gon leave you in, nigga
Franchise gonna you wit lead, nigga
No more over spilled blood
yo gunz if you a real 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 no more, when we crash the door
It's not a game, pesci laugh no more, black tahoe
the door, fitting beautful in it
A jinxed 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 speakers to my name
Cafe, weed k, franchise three of the same
I let my niggaz hit man, cause ain't nuttin but x's on my hitlist, man
And I'm a man in the city, don't force the kid
I'm a gangsta once I the bridge and I toss yo wig
Frontin niggaz, don't for me
Cause for them cakes I'm in yo bakery
It's

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Ey yo my stay on the job and if there's any drama involved
We grip shotguns, maddex are the one's 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 head for the hills
Act up and you gon see how heads'll get killed
for war, dog I'm holdin plenty of gunz
Niggaz come home to find a 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 down till my vision is blurred
Shit I'm only trying to live it up, get high and drunk I hurl
Type of nigga bag up yo girl and twist her
I got no love for these niggaz and these bitch ass
Hatin me cause they they had it like me
I'm from and I'm glad to be (brooklyn!)
It's

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