Luyện nghe bài hát First Degree

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

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

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

Yo, you see y'all niggaz, boy, you gon speak to the four
Cause 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 don't laugh no more, black
Stashing the door, 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 bleed my
Cafe, weed k, franchise three of the same
I let my niggaz hit this man, cause 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 I cross the bridge and I toss yo wig
niggaz, don't fake for me
Cause for them cakes I'm in yo bakery
It's

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Ey yo my niggaz stay on the job and if there's any involved
We grip shotguns, maddex are the that revolve
See me hoppin out a gray 5, in the trunk
And coke to have these blocks open for months
When I pop up, niggaz head for the hills
Act up and you gon see how many get killed
Starter for war, dog I'm holdin of gunz
Niggaz come to find a bomb taped to they son
of violent niggaz taking your 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 drunk till I
Type of nigga that'll bag up yo and twist her
I got no love for these niggaz and these bitch ass
Hatin me cause they wish they had it me
I'm from and I'm glad to be (brooklyn!)
It's

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