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 trying to violate shit without us man huh?
I told niggaz man a piece of the pie come in the game
We want in man, franchise 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
Don't let young nigga decieve you,
If you want beef tell me where to meet you
I'll bring so much heat, one side of the earth melt, then step off
Bitty boppin, rockin, notch in my belt,
My niggas rock raw and stick style
Niggas mouth till they catch jaw,
I got to spend a million and more
I hit a million 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 to me, what's become 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 a scared nigga to kill me
If it's murda, drugs, guns or related to thugz I'm

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Ja
murda, we gon leave you in, nigga
Franchise fill you wit lead, nigga
No crying over spilled blood
Throw yo gunz if you a thug
Uhh

Yo, you see y'all 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, when we the door
It's not a game, pesci don't laugh no more, black
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 buckle the
Before I die I you speakers 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 man in the city, don't force the kid
I'm a gangsta once I cross the and I toss yo wig
Frontin niggaz, fake for me
Cause for them cakes I'm running in yo
It's

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Ey yo my niggaz stay on the job and if there's any drama
We grip shotguns, maddex are the one's revolve
See me hoppin out a gray 5, in the trunk
And enough to have these blocks 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 home to find a bomb taped to they son
of violent niggaz taking your one's
Went copping a bird now we cop em by the tons, ya heard?
I henny till my vision is blurred
Shit I'm only to live it up, get high and drunk till I hurl
Type of that'll bag up yo girl and twist her
I got no love for these niggaz and these bitch ass
Hatin me cause wish they had it like me
I'm brooklyn and I'm glad to be (brooklyn!)
murda

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