Luyện nghe bài hát Murder Ain't Crazy

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ass
Bitch type of niggas fade me
They're me a lunatic
But murder ain't

(spice 1 - chorus)
Yeah, yeah,
Wassup
Don't look at me like know who I am
Amerikkka's
Spice 1
Nigga, young,
You I won't give a fuck

(verse 1):
Old drop caddy five, six niggas
Rollin' up in my
With they fingers up on them
Come let's a trip
And hop into some shit with me
13 for them niggas who wanna get with me
Get at me niggas empty clips at me
Wanna put some holes and some rips in me
But I don't give a fuck I just strapped
And be a soldier that shit
it comes to peelin' their caps nigga
So won't ya get your on
And if you me with your 13 shots
Nigga ass's gone
I'm gon hit you on that first shot
And then I ain't gon
Until muthafuckas call the cops
i'll be 187 thousand like my song say
Cause you was fuckin' with this on the wrong day

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(verse 2):
See I be raisin' them up off the
my ? ? ?
Quick to come with get in bust some in my city
I comes with much
And whenever one nigga could me out
Rollin' him up like levis cough him and him
Key him bean pies
And niggas be talkin' that
But yo none of them runnin' up
I'm gunnin' up the next nigga is buck shots
I you niggas knew
I'm finna that nigga boost of my 6 deuce
And when I gat that ass someone'll him lyin' there
Cryin' there the muthafucka's dyin'
And mr. lawrence better have
i'ma g-a-gat that ass with the touriz
Rocka-bye goin' crazy
Punk like you can't fade me
Tryin' to squabb with the and the trigger
Ol' groupie ass bitch of nigga

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ass bitch type of niggas can't fade me
Grabs my .45 and puts my .380
I creep up on they ass tip-toe with the
a nigga down the middle like phillie blunt
I keeps my strap by my sides to keep niggas in
And all my pack glock .9's uzi thangs and tecs
You see we down the block 3 o'clock in the morning
got us gone and strap mobile phones
And 5 ki's in the back of the trunk
Niggas down ass fuck but we wanna funk
Cause, ahh, transportation is the shit we to do
Had a whole shop dropped mobs and crew
W-a-with a ring on my cellular
As I a nigga screamin': 'get the fuck out the car!'
Nigga let me get my chronic and my endo
As my dj x-tralarge blew bitch on his back
Runnin' up on players so I had to figure
He was a groupie ass bitch of nigga

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Whassup
Y'all muthafuckas ain't fadin' a last g

Peelin' cap for the muthafuckin'
you don't wanna fuck with this
You don't none of this
back nigga
Just
Watch
Look at some real last niggas rip up
For '94
ass nigga


Back again with of that murder shit
Spiggedy one whippin' up on that ass for '94 and '95

What y'all know about a real last g
Ha, I kicks gangsta shit
Beyoaaatch!!!
187 g