Luyện nghe bài hát Murda

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

[Verse 1:
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A young nigga the Eastside, me
I'm certified, I don't I-D
Fuck a hater 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 [?]
Know a hit way before we record one
I'm on 1, 2, 3, 4
Blunts out the face need 3 more
I flexin' as a youngin' I was gettin' money
I was weed, all the bitches love me
Trouble the law, started gettin' ugly
Scamming with my homie to get some money
up in the trenches, I had good intentions
Want it done right? then you do the bidness
I trust niggas, I get too suspicious
on the stove and make mama do the dishes
Fuckin' up the China, gotta look ya
tips inside ya, just a brief reminder
I'm a city where daughters sell vagina
Cops are shootin' minors, all niggas liars
Apologize now nigga, pardon looks
Download all my shit off on
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 negotiated
So let's associate it with death, I they hate it
His exfoliated, what happened?
The tech, a ate it with passion
I was working long days they was
I struggle, I was they was laughin'
3 mill for a [?]
I don't want a hundred thousand playing
[?] took all my chips and 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,
that's a murda

[Hook:
[?] a murda
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 need a white girl that look like
kitties, I don't do 'em furry
Make a running in a hurry
on these missions cause these niggas 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 running gates
I got two phones, no Gates
One for bad times, one for better
I don't answer the one for bad 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
of Gandhi, ahead of myself yesterday
I don't see no way
If it's mula that'll be till Saturday
I'll be there on the dot, I ain't late
I won't sign by the dotted unless the bread is up like wedding cakes
Gotta set it
I know niggas from like Lil' Lay
I got stocks from the Benz, no scrape
Really scrapped in these streets, we ain't the same
homies to this beef, you don't know the pain
Price and S.Dot on the beat, you a thing
And I'm by the way, so you know the name
From summer to winter, spring to fall, heat, or rain
I got the West on my mane
Yeah, you that's a murda