Luyện nghe bài hát Murdergram

Niggas is dead, dead I you, can't be serious
What you think is gonna
three of the illest niggas together
Street and so fourth 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 your for or against this
When I spit with murderous intentions, everybody everybody knows
The weapons I they not for show
And you put dresses on weapons when you walk out the door
See once I mother fuckers better do the one shot dash
Or be one ass
J to the A-Y to the drive by to your hood bye-bye to you
Why would you fuck me
Knowing I put you six feet deep and them niggas die wit'cha
Cock the hot pistol and pop the hot
And promise you only one thing, to not you
know the god that served ya
Cause dead or alive when I arrive Murda

[Ja
Shit I hope ya'll know to lay low now
thou shall perish if you don't bow down
Cause I hit em on sight, its dim the lights
You shot god bless to this the night
alot of niggas fear the coming of their life
And you right be in hell looking for ice
Fuckin with Ja you bitch niggas shit
All on my dick you niggas making me rich
You gonna blaze me cause you ripped off the henne rock
semi-hot handling me your not
Check my forte not on a bad day you beat this
Rather your dick or your bitch
My be the sick shit, gravely ill
Niggas dying cause they know I like iron, nothing but bark flyin
and mics, hell and night, go together like heaven 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 hard in the dice
Cause I'm a gambling man, you should gamble with a gat in your
Spin in barrel and put it to 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 further
Fuckin with I N C is

I'm a cruddy nigga, raw-doggin dirty bitches
and if I get burnt, I'm that shit to thirty bitches
You say you a nigga like me, guess again Poppy
I might smile up in your face but I ain't your 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 it cappin
And lettin off nothing new to a nigga
Something to do to a nigga, Cause you is a nigga
I know your type, you hype, all up off that shit
You understand why a man would have to take shit
Or steal shit, but this is that real, kill shit, peel shit
I hit you in your head you feel shit!!!
URRUURRRR.....
Let the lose on a niggas ass
Find out if the niggas then the trigger's blast
A fucking snake in the truest
Knowin damn well that what I do is wrong, plus I do is strong
Niggas is makin so i gots to stop production
I need a block to and maybe I'll stop destructin
The blocks is not for frontin, So let me get shorty
Cause you don't that shorty
you don't know what to do with that
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 he for what he said before I blind them
Get the flame out the four fifth, and there aint gonna be no riff
Dog you want a tiff, but would of made it to the door if
Bullets travled slower, and you ran alot faster
But don't and you can't so don't think about after
Cause tomorrow ain't comin, so stop
cause you gonna die a sucker
Motherfucker!!!

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