Luyện nghe bài hát First Degree

Da
Uh,
Ey yo chris man, what you think these niggaz was man?
Fuck y'all niggaz thinking, ain't no violators except us man
Why these niggaz trying to violate shit us man huh?
I told niggaz man a piece of the pie come in the game
We want in man, want in

I love niggaz who talk till the gun is stuck in they face
for they mama,
Left with three in the dome in the chest and waist
Don't let this young decieve you,
If you want beef then tell me where to you
bring so much heat, one side of the earth will melt, then step off
Bitty boppin, rockin, notch in my belt,
My niggas rock raw and barrel style
Niggas mouth till they catch jaw,
I got plans to spend a million and
Before I hit a million and four, death,
a gun on me squeeze one in me
I'm trying to make sure, want none of me
You just don't know these streets have done to me, what's become of me
I was raised in a world so cold numbened me, I'm so dirty I'm filthy
I scared so many niggaz, it's gonna 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
Throw yo if you a real thug
Uhh

Yo, you see y'all sometime niggaz, boy, you gon speak to the
Cause a sometime thug, sometime seeking the law
I'ma seek to you it you breathe no more, when we the door
It's not a game, pesci laugh no more, black tahoe
Stashing the door, fitting in it
A nigga jinxed so a urinal in it, on the belt do the usual limit
You know, five, heading to l.i to buckle the pies
I die I want you speakers to bleed my name
Cafe, leaky k, franchise three of the same
I let my niggaz hit this man, ain't nuttin but x's on my hitlist, man
And I'm a buisness man in the city, 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 running in yo
murda

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Ey yo my niggaz stay on the job and if any drama involved
We grip shotguns, are the one's that revolve
See me hoppin out a gray 5, dope in the
And enough coke to these blocks open for months
When I pop up, niggaz better for the hills
Act up and you gon see how many heads'll get
Starter for war, dog I'm plenty of gunz
come home to find a bomb taped to they son
Bunch of niggaz 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
of nigga 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 brooklyn and I'm glad to be (brooklyn!)
murda

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