Luyện nghe bài hát Murda

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

[Verse 1:
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A young nigga the Eastside, me
I'm certified, I need I-D
Fuck a I'll see him later
He need a favor and a long run
Fuck a cop, I a chopper that's a long gun
Hop grindin' way the [?]
it's a hit way before we record one
I'm on 1, 2, 3, 4
Blunts out the face I'mma need 3
I started flexin' as a I was gettin' money
I was selling weed, all the bitches me
Trouble with the law, gettin' ugly
Scamming with my homie to get some money
Grew up in the trenches, I had intentions
Want it done right? then you should do the
I trust niggas, I get too suspicious
Crack on the stove and mama do the dishes
Fuckin' up the China, look behind ya
Hollow tips inside ya, just a brief
I'm from a where daughters sell vagina
are shootin' minors, all these niggas liars
Apologize now nigga, pardon your
all my shit off on iTunes
I'm out here all my audio push
They got me
If they say I'm the best then debate it
Success is overrated, bidness is negotiated
So let's associate it with death, I they hate it
His flesh exfoliated, what
The tech, a ate it with passion
I was working days they was nappin'
I struggle, I was cryin' they was
3 for a deal [?]
I don't a hundred thousand playing Madden
[?] took all my 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,
Hominy a murda

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[?] a murda
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm that's a

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

[Verse 2:
Understand I got God with me, so the can never hurt me
I.E. you see it on my
I just call up Ars when I'm out in
'em I need a white girl that look like Fergie
Shaved kitties, I do 'em furry
a running money in a hurry
Solo on these missions these niggas scurry
Mama said to 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 Heaven gates
I got two phones, no Kevin
One for bad times, one for better
I don't the one for bad times cause I need 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, of myself yesterday
I don't see no way
If it's that'll be made till Saturday
I'll be on the dot, I ain't never late
I won't sign by the unless the bread is stacked up like wedding cakes
set it straight
I know niggas from Grape Lil' Lay
I got stocks from the Benz, no never
scrapped in these streets, we ain't grow the same
Lost homies to this beef, you don't know the
and S.Dot on the beat, you know a thing
And I'm Price by the way, so you know the
From summer to winter, spring to fall, heat, snow or
I got the West on my shoulders
Yeah, you know a murda