Luyện nghe bài hát Murdergram

Niggas is dead, dead I tell you, be serious
What you think is happen
with of the illest niggas together
Street music and so on one track,huh?
Can't be serious, it's murda nigga, huh, Murda

Motha fuckers wanna kill me but don't got the
To look me in the eyes with the and spark
Cause whether your for or against
When I spit with intentions, everybody goes everybody knows
The weapons I they not for show
And you put dresses on your weapons when you out the door
See once I flash mother fuckers better do the one shot
Or be one ass
J to the A-Y to the drive by to hood screamin bye-bye to you
Why would you with me
Knowing I put you six feet deep and them could die wit'cha
the hot pistol and pop the hot Cristal
And you only one thing, to not miss you
Jahova know the god served ya
Cause dead or alive when I arrive Murda

[Ja
Shit I hope niggas know to lay low now
Cause thou perish if you don't bow down
Cause I hit em on sight, its dim the lights
You shot twice god bless to the night
That alot of niggas fear the coming of their
And you dead be in hell looking for ice
Fuckin with Ja you bitch talking shit
All on my dick you niggas making me rich
You gonna me cause you high ripped off the henne rock
Flow handling me your not
Check my forte not on a bad day you beat this
Rather beat your dick or bitch
My flow be the shit, gravely ill
Niggas cause they know I spit like iron, nothing but bark flyin
Flows and mics, hell and night, go like heaven and light
ain't seein my plight, It's alright
I let the world I shine like ice
I bet it all I can throw a hard four in the
Cause I'm a gambling man, you should gamble a gat in your hand
in barrel and put it to your head
Cause we don't dance no all we do is cock and spit
Dedicated to you nothing but thug shit
we playing, you undoubtable fall further
Fuckin I N C is Murda

I'm a cruddy nigga, goin dirty bitches
and if I get burnt, I'm givin that to thirty bitches
You say you know a nigga me, guess again Poppy
I might smile up in your face but I ain't friend Poppy
Jump out the hundred like runnin, niggas don't want it
Get it, it, when I'm blunted
However it went down, I it happen, made it scrapin
I made it fussin, bustin, I made it
And lettin off wasn't nothing new to a
Something to do to a nigga, Cause you is a nigga
I your type, you hype, all up off that fake shit
You can't understand why a man would to take shit
Or steal shit, but is that real, niggas kill shit, peel shit
I hit you in your head you won't shit!!!
URRUURRRR.....
Let the dogs on a niggas ass
out if the niggas faster then the trigger's blast
A fucking snake in the form
Knowin well that what I do is wrong, plus what I do is strong
Niggas is makin movies so i gots to production
I need a block to and maybe I'll stop destructin
The is not for frontin, So let me get that shorty
you don't need that shorty
you don't know to do with that shorty
You might as well hit 40, before you hit the floor
Another 24, you want, Money, More!?!
Them niggas did it raw, with no
You find em, sayin sorry he for he said before I blind them
Get the out the four fifth, and there aint gonna be no more riff
Dog you want a floss tiff, but of made it to the door if
Bullets alot slower, and you ran alot faster
But they don't and you so don't think about after
Cause tomorrow ain't comin, so stop
cause you gonna die like a
Motherfucker!!!

Uh!, my mother fucking dogs at, Uh, Uh
My nigga Jigga, My dog Ja, Irv Gotti, Riders, Def Jam
my dogs at, Top Fight Uh, Where my dogs at
Hold me baby, Hold me down baby, Hold me down baby
One Love Nigga, URRUURRRR, Murda Motherfucker..