Luyện nghe bài hát Murda

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

1: Arsonal]
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A nigga from the Eastside, me
I'm certified, I need I-D
Fuck a hater I'll see him
He gon' a favor and a long run
Fuck a cop, I keep a chopper that's a gun
Hop way before the [?]
it's a hit way before we record one
I'm on 1, 2, 3, 4
Blunts out the face I'mma 3 more
I started flexin' as a I was gettin' money
I was selling weed, all the bitches me
Trouble with the law, started ugly
Scamming with my homie just to get some
up in the trenches, I had good intentions
Want it done right? then you do the bidness
I trust niggas, I get too suspicious
Crack on the stove and mama do the dishes
Fuckin' up the China, gotta look ya
Hollow tips inside ya, a brief reminder
I'm from a city daughters sell vagina
Cops are shootin' minors, all niggas liars
Apologize now nigga, pardon your
Download all my shit off on
I'm out here giving all my push
They got me
If they say I'm the best don't 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 phony ate it with
I was working long days was nappin'
I struggle, I was cryin' they was
3 for a deal [?]
I don't want a thousand playing Madden
[?] took all my chips and in
But thanks for
Let a nigga try me like don't know who I be
I'm me, I'm G, hit the out in I.E
One word,
Hominy that's a

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

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

2: Price]
Understand I got God with me, so the can never hurt me
I.E. you see it on my
I just 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 cause these niggas scurry
Mama said to in what the reverend say
I at my skin and see a better way
black king, they ain't never say that people my color was running Heaven gates
I got two phones, no Gates
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 booth and try to go ahead of Jay, of Ye
Ahead of Gandhi, ahead of yesterday
I don't see no way
If it's mula 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
Gotta set it
I know from Grape like Lil' Lay
I got stocks from the Benz, no scrape
Really scrapped in these streets, we ain't the same
Lost homies to this beef, you don't the pain
and S.Dot on the beat, you know a thing
And I'm by the way, so you know the name
From summer to winter, to fall, heat, snow or rain
I got the West on my shoulders
Yeah, you know a murda