Luyện nghe bài hát Murda

[Intro:
I feel like we gotta go in
Y'all got the right nigga for the job time
Oh, we on this shit

[Verse 1:
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A nigga from the Eastside, me
I'm certified, I need I-D
a hater I'll see him later
He gon' need a favor and a run
a cop, I keep a chopper that's a long gun
Hop grindin' way the [?]
Know it's a hit way before we one
I'm on 1, 2, 3, 4
Blunts out the face need 3 more
I started flexin' as a youngin' I was gettin'
I was selling weed, all the bitches me
Trouble with the law, gettin' ugly
with my homie just to get some money
Grew up in the trenches, I had good
Want it done right? you should do the bidness
I don't niggas, I get too suspicious
Crack on the and make mama do the dishes
Fuckin' up the China, gotta behind ya
Hollow inside ya, just a brief reminder
I'm from a city where daughters vagina
Cops are minors, all these niggas liars
Apologize now nigga, pardon your
Download all my shit off on
I'm out here giving all my audio
They got me
If they say I'm the best don't debate it
Success is overrated, is best negotiated
So associate it with death, I know they hate it
His exfoliated, what happened?
The tech, a phony ate it with
I was working long they was nappin'
I struggle, I was cryin' was laughin'
3 mill for a [?]
I don't a hundred thousand playing Madden
[?] took all my chips and in
But thanks for
Let a nigga try me like they don't who I be
I'm me, I'm G, hit the out in I.E
One word,
that's a murda

[Hook:
[?] a murda
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm a murda

Murda murda
Murda murda
Damn, murda yeah
Like they never it

[Verse 2:
I got God with me, so the evils can never hurt me
I.E. you see it on my
I call up Ars when I'm out in Jersey
Tell 'em I need a white girl that look Fergie
Shaved kitties, I don't do 'em
a running money in a hurry
Solo on these missions these niggas scurry
Mama to trust in what the reverend say
I look at my skin and see a way
Young black king, they ain't never say that people my color was running gates
I got two phones, no Kevin
One for bad times, one for days
I don't answer the one for bad times cause I need vibes around me all seven days
I got bad on my resume
I hit the booth and try to go of Jay, ahead of Ye
Ahead of Gandhi, ahead of myself
I see no better way
If it's mula that'll be till Saturday
I'll be there on the dot, I ain't never
I won't sign by the dotted unless the bread is up like wedding cakes
Gotta set it
I know niggas from like Lil' Lay
I got stocks the Benz, no never scrape
Really scrapped in these streets, we ain't grow the
Lost homies to beef, you don't know the pain
Price and S.Dot on the beat, you a thing
And I'm Price by the way, so you know the
summer to winter, spring to fall, heat, snow or rain
I got the West on my shoulders
Yeah, you know a murda