Luyện nghe bài hát First Degree

Da
Uh,
Ey yo chris man, you think these niggaz was thinking man?
Fuck y'all niggaz thinking, man? no violators except us man
Why these niggaz trying to violate shit without us man
I told these niggaz man a piece of the pie come in the
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 three in the chest and waist
Don't let this nigga decieve you,
If you want beef then tell me to meet you
I'll bring so much heat, one side of the earth melt, then step off
Bitty boppin, chain rockin, in my belt,
My niggas rock raw and barrel style
Niggas mouth till they catch jaw,
I got plans to a million and more
I hit a million and four, before death,
Pull a gun on me one in me
I'm trying to 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 so cold it's numbened me, I'm so dirty I'm filthy
I done so many niggaz, it's gonna take a scared nigga to kill me
If it's murda, drugs, or related to thugz I'm guilty

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

Yo, you see sometime niggaz, boy, you gon speak to the four
Cause you'se a sometime thug, sometime the law
I'ma seek to you it you no more, when we crash the door
It's not a game, pesci don't no more, black tahoe
Stashing the door, fitting in it
A nigga jinxed so there's a urinal in it, on the belt do the usual
You know, double five, heading to l.i to the pies
Before I die I want you speakers to my name
Cafe, leaky k, franchise three 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 the bridge and I toss yo wig
Frontin niggaz, don't for me
Cause for them cakes I'm in yo bakery
It's

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Ey yo my stay on the job and if there's any drama involved
We grip shotguns, maddex are the one's revolve
See me hoppin out a 5, dope in the trunk
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 get killed
Starter for war, dog I'm holdin of gunz
Niggaz come home to find a bomb taped to son
Bunch of violent niggaz taking your
Went from a bird now we cop em by the tons, ya heard?
I down till my vision is blurred
Shit I'm only 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 these bitch ass
Hatin me cause they they had it like me
I'm from and I'm glad to be (brooklyn!)
murda

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