Luyện nghe bài hát First Degree

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

I love niggaz who 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 to meet you
I'll bring so much heat, one side of the earth will melt, then off
Bitty boppin, rockin, notch in my belt,
My niggas rock raw and stick barrel
Niggas mouth 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 done to me, what's become of me
I was raised in a world so cold it's numbened me, I'm so dirty I'm
I done scared so many niggaz, it's gonna take a scared nigga to 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 fill you wit lead, nigga
No more crying spilled blood
Throw yo if you a real thug
Uhh

Yo, you see sometime niggaz, boy, you gon speak to the four
Cause you'se a thug, sometime seeking the law
I'ma to you it you breathe no more, when we crash the door
It's not a game, pesci don't laugh no more, tahoe
the door, fitting beautful 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, weed leaky k, franchise three of the
I let my niggaz hit this man, cause nuttin but x's on my hitlist, man
And I'm a man in the city, don't force the kid
I'm a gangsta I cross the bridge and I toss yo wig
Frontin niggaz, don't 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 revolve
See me hoppin out a gray 5, dope in the
And enough coke to have these blocks open for
When I pop up, better head for the hills
Act up and you gon see how many heads'll get
Starter for war, dog I'm holdin plenty of
Niggaz come home to find a bomb to they son
Bunch of violent taking your one's
from copping a bird now we cop em by the tons, ya heard?
I down henny 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 wish they had it me
I'm from and I'm glad to be (brooklyn!)
murda

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