Luyện nghe bài hát Murda

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

[Verse 1:
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A young from the Eastside, me
I'm certified, I don't I-D
Fuck a hater I'll see him
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 3 more
I started flexin' as a I was gettin' money
I was selling weed, all the love me
Trouble with the law, started gettin'
Scamming my homie just to get some money
Grew up in the trenches, I had good
Want it done right? then you do the bidness
I don't trust niggas, I get too
on the stove and make mama do the dishes
Fuckin' up the China, gotta behind ya
Hollow tips inside ya, a brief reminder
I'm from a city where daughters sell
Cops are shootin' minors, all these liars
Apologize now nigga, pardon looks
Download all my off on iTunes
I'm out here all my audio push
got me motivated
If they say I'm the best then debate it
Success is overrated, bidness is best
So let's associate it death, I know they hate it
His exfoliated, what happened?
The tech, a phony ate it passion
I was long days they was nappin'
I struggle, I was cryin' they was
3 mill for a [?]
I don't want a thousand playing Madden
[?] took all my and cashed in
But for askin'
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,
that's a murda

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

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

[Verse 2:
Understand I got God with me, so the evils can never me
I.E. you see it on my
I just call up Ars I'm out in Jersey
Tell 'em I a white girl that look like Fergie
kitties, I don't do 'em furry
Make a running money in a
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 running Heaven
I got two phones, no Gates
One for bad times, one for better
I don't answer the one for bad times cause I need good vibes me all seven days
I got bad bitches on my
I hit the booth and try to go of Jay, ahead of Ye
of Gandhi, ahead of myself yesterday
I see no better way
If it's mula that'll be made Saturday
I'll be on the dot, I ain't never late
I won't sign by the dotted unless the bread is up like wedding cakes
set it straight
I know niggas Grape like Lil' Lay
I got stocks from the Benz, no scrape
scrapped in these streets, we ain't grow 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 know the
summer to winter, spring to fall, heat, snow or rain
I got the West on my shoulders
Yeah, you know a murda