Luyện nghe bài hát Murdergram

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

wanna kill me but don't got the heart
To look me in the with the nine and spark
'Cause whether for or against this
I spit with murderous intentions
Everybody goes, everybody

The I possess, they not for show
And you put dresses on weapons 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 by to your hood
Screamin' bye-bye to you, why would you fuck me?
Knowing I put you six feet deep and them
die wit'cha cock the hot pistol and pop the hot Cristal

And promise you one thing, to not miss you
know the god that served ya
'Cause dead or alive when I arrive murda

I hope y'all niggas know to lay low now
'Cause thou shall if you don't bow down
'Cause I hit 'em on sight, it's dark, dim the
You shot twice god bless to this the

That a lot of niggas the coming of their life
And you dead be in hell looking for ice
Fuckin' Ja you bitch niggas talking shit
All on my you broke niggas making me rich

You gonna 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 this
Rather beat your or your bitch

My be the sick shit, gravely ill
Niggas dying 'cause they know I spit iron
Nothing but bark flyin', flows and mics, and night
Go together like heaven and
ain't seein' my plight, It's alright

I let the world know I shine ice
I bet it all I can throw a hard four in the
'Cause I'm a gambling man, you should
With a gat in your hand, in barrel and put it to your head

'Cause we don't no more all we do is cock and spit
Dedicated to you nothing but thug shit
we playing, you undoubtable fall further
Fuckin' with I N C is

I'm a cruddy nigga, goin' raw-doggin' dirty
And if I get burnt, I'm givin' that to thirty bitches
You say you know a nigga like me, again Poppy
I might smile up in your face but I ain't your 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 off wasn't nothing new to a nigga
Something to do to a nigga you is a fool nigga
I know type, you hype, all up off that fake shit
You can't understand why a man have to take shit

Or steal shit, but this is that real, niggas kill shit, peel
I hit you in your head you feel shit
Let the dogs lose on a ass
Find out if the faster then the trigger's blast

A fucking in the truest form
Knowin' damn well what 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 stop

The blocks is not for frontin', so let me get that
you don't need that shorty
You don't know what to do with that
You might as hit this 40, before you hit the floor

Another 24, you want, money, more?
Them did it raw, with no condom
You find 'em, sayin' he for what he said before I blind them
Get the out the four fifth, and there ain't gonna be no more riff

Dog you want a tiff but would of made it to the door if
Bullets traveled a lot and you ran a lot faster
But they don't and you so don't think about after
tomorrow ain't comin', so stop runnin'
'Cause you gonna die like a sucker, murder

Uh, where my mother fucking at?
My nigga Jigga, my dog Ja, Irv Gotti, Riders, Def Jam
Where my at? Top Fight Uh, where my dogs at?
me down, baby, hold me down, baby, hold me down, baby
Boomer one love nigga, motherfucker