Luyện nghe bài hát First Degree

Da
Uh,
Ey yo chris man, what you think these niggaz was thinking
Fuck niggaz thinking, man? ain't no violators except us man
Why these niggaz trying to violate shit without us man
I told these 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
Screaming for mama,
Left with in the dome three in the chest and waist
let this 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 will melt, then off
Bitty boppin, chain rockin, in my belt,
My niggas rock raw and stick style
mouth till they catch lock jaw,
I got plans to a million and more
Before I hit a and four, before death,
a gun on me squeeze one in me
I'm trying to sure, niggaz want none of me
You just don't what these streets have done 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 scared so many niggaz, it's gonna take a scared nigga to kill me
If it's murda, drugs, guns or 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 crying over spilled
Throw yo gunz if you a real
Uhh

Yo, you see y'all niggaz, boy, you gon speak to the four
Cause you'se a 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 don't laugh no more, tahoe
Stashing the door, fitting in it
A nigga jinxed so a urinal in it, on the belt do the usual limit
You know, double five, heading to l.i to buckle the
I die I want you speakers to bleed my name
Cafe, weed leaky k, franchise of the same
I let my niggaz hit this man, cause 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 cross the bridge and I yo wig
Frontin niggaz, fake for me
for them cakes I'm running in yo bakery
It's

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

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