Luyện nghe bài hát Murda

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

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

[Hook:
[?] that's a
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm that's a

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

[Verse 2:
Understand I got God 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 a white girl that look like Fergie
Shaved kitties, I don't do 'em
Make a running in a hurry
Solo on these missions cause niggas scurry
said to trust in what the reverend say
I at my skin and see a better way
Young black king, they ain't never say that people my color was Heaven gates
I got two phones, no Gates
One for bad times, one for days
I don't answer the one for bad times cause I good vibes around me all seven days
I got bad on my resume
I hit the and try to go ahead of Jay, ahead of Ye
Ahead of Gandhi, ahead of yesterday
I don't see no way
If it's mula that'll be till Saturday
I'll be on the dot, I ain't never late
I sign by the dotted unless the bread is stacked up like wedding cakes
set it straight
I niggas from Grape like Lil' Lay
I got from the Benz, no never scrape
Really scrapped in these streets, we ain't the same
Lost homies to beef, you don't know the pain
and S.Dot on the beat, you know a thing
And I'm Price by the way, so you the name
From summer to winter, to fall, heat, snow or rain
I got the on my shoulders mane
Yeah, you that's a murda