Luyện nghe bài hát Murda

[Intro:
I feel like we gotta go in
Y'all got the right nigga for the job this
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' need a 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 I'mma need 3 more
I flexin' as a youngin' I was gettin' money
I was selling weed, all the bitches me
Trouble with the law, started gettin'
Scamming my homie just to get some money
Grew up in the trenches, I had intentions
Want it done right? you should do the bidness
I don't niggas, I get too suspicious
Crack on the stove and mama do the dishes
Fuckin' up the China, gotta look ya
Hollow inside ya, just a brief reminder
I'm a city where daughters sell vagina
Cops are shootin' minors, all these liars
now nigga, pardon your looks
Download all my off on iTunes
I'm out giving all my audio push
got me motivated
If they say I'm the best then don't it
Success is overrated, bidness is best
So let's associate it with death, I they hate it
His exfoliated, what happened?
The tech, a phony ate it passion
I was working long days they was
I struggle, I was cryin' was laughin'
3 mill for a [?]
I don't want a hundred thousand Madden
[?] took all my and cashed 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,
that's a murda

[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

[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 white girl that look Fergie
Shaved kitties, I do 'em furry
Make a money in a hurry
Solo on these missions cause these scurry
Mama said to trust in 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 Gates
One for bad times, one for days
I don't answer the one for bad times cause I need 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
of Gandhi, ahead of myself yesterday
I don't see no way
If it's mula be made till Saturday
I'll be there on the dot, I ain't never
I won't sign by the unless the bread is stacked up like wedding cakes
Gotta set it
I know niggas from like Lil' Lay
I got stocks the Benz, no never scrape
scrapped in these streets, we ain't grow 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 know the
From summer to winter, spring to fall, heat, snow or
I got the West on my shoulders
Yeah, you that's a murda