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

[Verse 1:
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A nigga from the Eastside, me
I'm certified, I need I-D
a hater I'll see him later
He gon' need a favor and a run
Fuck a cop, I keep a 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
out the face I'mma need 3 more
I started flexin' as a youngin' I was money
I was weed, all the bitches love me
Trouble with the law, started gettin'
Scamming with my homie just to get some
up in the trenches, I had good intentions
Want it done right? you should 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 look ya
tips inside ya, just a brief reminder
I'm from a where daughters sell vagina
Cops are shootin' minors, all niggas liars
Apologize now nigga, your looks
Download all my off on iTunes
I'm out here giving all my audio
got me motivated
If they say I'm the best don't 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 working days they was nappin'
I struggle, I was they was laughin'
3 mill for a [?]
I don't a hundred 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,
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 they heard it

[Verse 2:
Understand I got God with me, so the evils can never me
I.E. you see it on my
I call up Ars when I'm out in Jersey
Tell 'em I need a girl that look like Fergie
Shaved kitties, I don't do 'em
Make a money in a hurry
Solo on these missions these niggas scurry
Mama to trust in what the reverend say
I look at my skin and see a way
Young black king, they never say that people my color was running Heaven gates
I got two phones, no Gates
One for bad times, one for better
I answer the one for bad times cause I need 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 don't see no way
If it's that'll be made till Saturday
be there on the dot, I ain't never late
I won't sign by the dotted unless the bread is up like wedding cakes
Gotta set it
I know niggas Grape like Lil' Lay
I got from the Benz, no never scrape
Really scrapped in these streets, we ain't the same
Lost homies to this beef, you know the pain
Price and S.Dot on the beat, you 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 mane
Yeah, you know that's a