Luyện nghe bài hát Murdergram

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

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

The weapons I possess, not for show
And you put dresses on your weapons when you walk out the
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
bye-bye to you, why would you fuck with me?
Knowing I put you six feet deep and them
Could die wit'cha cock the hot pistol and pop the hot

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

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

a lot of niggas fear the coming of their life
And you right be in hell looking for ice
Fuckin' with Ja you niggas talking shit
All on my dick you broke niggas me rich

You gonna blaze me 'cause you high ripped off the henne
Flow semi-hot me your not
Check my forte not on a bad day you beat this
beat your dick or your bitch

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

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

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

I'm a cruddy nigga, raw-doggin' dirty bitches
And if I get burnt, I'm givin' that shit to thirty
You say you a nigga like me, guess again Poppy
I might smile up in your face but I ain't friend Poppy

Jump out the fifteen hundred like runnin', niggas don't it
Get it, done it, I'm blunted
However it down, I made it happen, made it scrapin'
I made it fussin', bustin', I it cappin'

And lettin' off wasn't new to a nigga
to do to a nigga 'cause you is a fool nigga
I know type, you hype, all up off that fake shit
You understand why a man would have to take shit

Or steal shit, but this is that real, niggas kill shit, peel
I hit you in head you won't feel shit
Let the dogs on a niggas ass
Find out if the niggas faster then the trigger's

A fucking in the truest form
Knowin' well that what I do is wrong, plus what I do is strong
Niggas is makin' movies so I to stop production
I need a block to function and maybe I'll stop

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

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

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

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