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 niggaz trying to shit without us man huh?
I told these man a piece of the pie come in the game
We want in man, franchise in

I love niggaz who talk till the gun is stuck in they face
Screaming for mama,
Left with three in the dome three in the chest and
Don't let this young decieve you,
If you want beef then tell me to meet you
I'll bring so much heat, one side of the earth will melt, then off
boppin, chain rockin, notch in my belt,
My rock raw and stick barrel style
Niggas mouth till they catch jaw,
I got plans to spend a 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 want 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 numbened me, I'm so I'm filthy
I done scared so many niggaz, it's gonna take a scared nigga to 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 more crying over blood
yo gunz if you a real thug
Uhh

Yo, you see sometime niggaz, boy, you gon speak to the four
Cause a sometime thug, sometime seeking the law
I'ma to you it you breathe no more, when we crash the door
It's not a game, don't laugh no more, black tahoe
Stashing the door, fitting in it
A nigga jinxed so there's a in it, on the belt do the usual limit
You know, five, heading to l.i to buckle the pies
Before I die I want you speakers to bleed my
Cafe, leaky 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 buisness man in the city, don't the kid
I'm a gangsta once I cross the bridge and I yo wig
niggaz, don't fake for me
Cause for cakes I'm running in yo bakery
murda

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Ey yo my niggaz stay on the job and if there's any involved
We grip shotguns, maddex are the one's that
See me hoppin out a gray 5, in the trunk
And enough coke to have these blocks for months
When I pop up, niggaz head for the hills
Act up and you gon see how many heads'll get
for war, dog I'm holdin plenty of gunz
Niggaz come to find a bomb taped to they son
Bunch of violent niggaz your one's
Went copping a bird now we cop em by the tons, ya heard?
I down henny my vision is blurred
Shit I'm only trying to live it up, get high and till I hurl
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 brooklyn and I'm glad to be (brooklyn!)
It's

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