Luyện nghe bài hát Murda

[Intro:
I just feel we gotta go in
Y'all got the right for the job this 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
Fuck a hater see him later
He gon' need a and a long run
a cop, I keep a chopper that's a long gun
Hop way before the [?]
Know it's a hit way we record one
I'm on 1, 2, 3, 4
Blunts out the face I'mma need 3
I started flexin' as a youngin' I was gettin'
I was selling weed, all the love me
Trouble with the law, started ugly
Scamming with my just to get some money
up in the trenches, I had good intentions
Want it done right? you should do the bidness
I trust niggas, I get too suspicious
Crack on the stove and make do the dishes
Fuckin' up the China, gotta behind ya
Hollow tips inside ya, just a brief
I'm from a city where daughters sell
Cops are shootin' minors, all these niggas
now nigga, pardon your looks
Download all my shit off on
I'm out here all my audio push
They got me
If they say I'm the then don't debate it
is overrated, bidness is best 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 working long days they was
I struggle, I was cryin' was laughin'
3 for a deal [?]
I don't a hundred thousand playing Madden
[?] took all my and cashed in
But for askin'
Let a nigga try me they don't know who I be
I'm me, I'm G, hit the out in I.E
One word,
Hominy that's a

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

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

[Verse 2:
Understand I got God with me, so the evils can hurt me
I.E. you see it on my
I just call up Ars when I'm out in
Tell 'em I need a girl that look like 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 and see a better way
Young black king, they ain't never say that people my was running Heaven gates
I got two phones, no Kevin
One for bad times, one for better
I don't answer the one for bad times cause I good vibes around me all seven days
I got bad bitches on my
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 made till
I'll be on the dot, I ain't never late
I won't sign by the dotted unless the bread is stacked up like wedding
Gotta set it
I niggas from Grape like Lil' Lay
I got stocks from the Benz, no never
Really scrapped in these streets, we ain't the same
Lost homies to this beef, you don't know the
Price and S.Dot on the beat, you know a
And I'm Price by the way, so you the name
summer to winter, spring to fall, heat, snow or rain
I got the on my shoulders mane
Yeah, you know a murda