Luyện nghe bài hát First Degree

Da
Uh,
Ey yo man, what you think these niggaz was thinking man?
Fuck niggaz thinking, man? ain't no violators 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 niggaz who talk drama till the gun is stuck in they face
Screaming for mama,
with three in the dome three in the chest and waist
Don't let this young decieve you,
If you want beef then tell me where to you
I'll bring so much heat, one side of the will melt, then step off
Bitty boppin, chain rockin, in my belt,
My niggas rock raw and stick style
Niggas 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 to make sure, niggaz want 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 numbened me, I'm so I'm filthy
I done scared so many niggaz, it's gonna take a nigga to kill me
If it's murda, drugs, guns or to thugz I'm guilty

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

Yo, you see y'all sometime niggaz, boy, you gon to the four
you'se a sometime thug, sometime seeking the law
I'ma seek to you it you no more, when we crash the door
It's not a game, pesci don't laugh no more, black
Stashing the door, beautful in it
A nigga jinxed so there's a in it, on the belt do the usual limit
You know, double five, to l.i to buckle the pies
Before I die I want you speakers to bleed my
Cafe, weed leaky k, franchise 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
Frontin niggaz, fake for me
Cause for cakes I'm running in yo bakery
It's

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Ey yo my niggaz stay on the job and if any drama involved
We grip shotguns, maddex are the one's that
See me out a gray 5, dope 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 heads'll get killed
Starter for war, dog I'm holdin plenty of
Niggaz come to find a bomb taped to they son
Bunch of niggaz taking your one's
Went from copping a 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 bitch ass niggaz
Hatin me cause wish they had it like me
I'm from brooklyn and I'm to be (brooklyn!)
murda

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