Luyện nghe bài hát Murdergram

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

Motha wanna kill me but don't got the heart
To look me in the eyes the nine and spark
Cause whether for or against this
When I spit with murderous intentions, goes everybody knows
The weapons I possess they not for
And you put dresses on your when you walk out the door
See once I flash mother fuckers do the one shot dash
Or be one ass
J to the A-Y to the drive by to your screamin bye-bye to you
Why you fuck with me
I put you six feet deep and them niggas could die wit'cha
Cock the hot pistol and pop the hot
And promise you only one thing, to not you
Jahova the god that served ya
Cause dead or alive I arrive it's Murda

[Ja
I hope ya'll niggas know to lay low now
Cause thou shall if you don't bow down
I hit em on sight, its dark dim the lights
You shot twice god bless to the night
That alot of niggas the coming of their life
And you right be in hell looking for ice
Fuckin Ja you bitch niggas talking shit
All on my dick you broke making me rich
You gonna blaze me cause you high off the henne rock
Flow semi-hot me your not
Check my forte not on a bad day you beat this
Rather beat your or your bitch
My flow be the sick shit, ill
dying cause they know I spit like iron, nothing but bark flyin
Flows and mics, and night, go together like heaven and light
Niggas ain't seein my plight, alright
I let the know 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 with a gat in hand
in barrel and put it to your head
Cause we dance no more all we do is cock and spit
Dedicated to giving you nothing but shit
Think we playing, you undoubtable fall
Fuckin with I N C is

I'm a cruddy nigga, raw-doggin dirty bitches
and if I get burnt, I'm givin that shit to bitches
You say you know a nigga like me, guess Poppy
I might smile up in your but I ain't your friend Poppy
Jump out the fifteen hundred like runnin, niggas want it
Get it, Done it, I'm blunted
However it down, I made 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 fool
I know your type, you hype, all up off fake shit
You can't why a man would have to take shit
Or steal shit, but is that real, niggas kill shit, peel shit
I hit you in your head you feel shit!!!
URRUURRRR.....
Let the dogs lose on a ass
Find out if the faster then the trigger's blast
A fucking snake in the truest
Knowin damn well that what I do is wrong, what I do is strong
Niggas is movies so i gots to stop production
I need a block to and maybe I'll stop destructin
The is not for frontin, So let me get that shorty
Cause you don't need shorty
you don't what to do with that shorty
You as well hit this 40, before you hit the floor
24, What you want, Money, More!?!
Them niggas did it raw, with no
You find em, sayin sorry he for what he said before I them
Get the flame out the four fifth, and there gonna be no more riff
Dog you a floss tiff, but would of made it to the door if
Bullets travled alot slower, and you ran alot
But don't and you can't so don't think about after
tomorrow ain't comin, so stop runnin
cause you die like a sucker
Motherfucker!!!

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