Luyện nghe bài hát Murdergram

Niggas is dead, dead I tell you, 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, murda nigga, huh, it's Murda

Motha fuckers wanna kill me but don't got the
To look me in the eyes the nine and spark
whether your for or against this
When I spit with murderous intentions, everybody goes everybody
The weapons I possess they not for
And you put dresses on your when you walk out the door
See I flash mother fuckers better 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
Knowing I put you six feet deep and niggas could die wit'cha
Cock the hot and pop the hot Cristal
And promise you only one thing, to not you
know 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 perish if you bow down
I hit em on sight, its dark dim the lights
You twice god bless to this the night
That alot of niggas the coming of their life
And you dead right be in looking for ice
Fuckin Ja you bitch niggas talking shit
All on my dick you broke niggas me rich
You blaze me cause you high ripped off the henne rock
Flow semi-hot handling me not
Check my forte not even on a bad day you beat
Rather beat your dick or bitch
My be the sick shit, gravely ill
Niggas dying cause they know I spit like iron, but bark flyin
Flows and mics, hell and night, go together like and light
Niggas ain't seein my plight, alright
I let the world know I like ice
I bet it all I can throw a four in the dice
Cause I'm a gambling man, you should gamble with a gat in hand
Spin in barrel and put it to head
Cause we don't dance no more all we do is cock and
to giving you nothing but thug shit
Think we playing, you undoubtable fall
with I N C is Murda

I'm a cruddy nigga, goin raw-doggin bitches
and if I get burnt, I'm that shit to thirty bitches
You say you know a nigga like me, guess again
I might smile up in your face but I your friend Poppy
Jump out the fifteen hundred like runnin, don't want it
Get it, it, when I'm blunted
However it went down, I made it happen, made it
I made it fussin, bustin, I made it
And lettin off wasn't new to a nigga
Something to do to a nigga, you is a fool nigga
I know your type, you hype, all up off that fake
You can't why a man would have to take shit
Or steal shit, but this is that real, niggas kill shit, peel
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 in the truest form
Knowin damn well that I do is wrong, plus what I do is strong
Niggas is makin so i gots to stop production
I need a block to function and maybe I'll destructin
The is not for frontin, So let me get that shorty
Cause you don't that shorty
you don't know what to do with that
You might as hit this 40, before you hit the floor
24, What you want, Money, More!?!
Them niggas did it raw, no condom
You find em, sayin sorry he for he said before I blind 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 slower, and you ran alot faster
But they don't and you can't so don't think after
Cause tomorrow ain't comin, so stop
cause you gonna die a sucker
Motherfucker!!!

Uh!, where my mother fucking 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 down baby, Hold me baby, Hold me down baby
Boomer One Nigga, URRUURRRR, Murda Motherfucker..