Luyện nghe bài hát Murdergram

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

Motha fuckers kill me but don't got the heart
To look me in the with the nine and spark
whether your for or against this
When I spit with intentions, everybody goes everybody knows
The weapons I possess they not for
And you put dresses on your weapons you walk out the door
See once I flash mother 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 deep and them niggas could die wit'cha
the hot pistol and pop the hot Cristal
And promise you one thing, to not miss you
Jahova know the god that ya
Cause or alive when I arrive it's Murda

[Ja
Shit I hope ya'll know to lay low now
Cause thou perish 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 dead right be in hell for ice
Fuckin with Ja you bitch niggas 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
my forte not even on a bad day you beat this
Rather beat dick 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 light
Niggas ain't seein my plight, It's
I let the know I shine like ice
I bet it all I can a hard four in the dice
Cause I'm a gambling man, you should gamble with a gat in your
in barrel and put it to your 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 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 bitches
You say you know a nigga like me, guess again
I might smile up in your face but I ain't friend Poppy
Jump out the fifteen like runnin, niggas don't want it
Get it, it, when I'm blunted
it went down, I made it happen, made it scrapin
I it fussin, bustin, I made it cappin
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 that fake
You can't understand why a man would to take shit
Or steal shit, but this is real, niggas kill shit, peel shit
I hit you in head you won't feel shit!!!
URRUURRRR.....
Let the dogs lose on a ass
Find out if the niggas faster then the trigger's
A fucking snake in the form
damn well that what I do is wrong, plus what I do is strong
Niggas is makin movies so i gots to stop
I need a block to function and maybe I'll stop
The is not for frontin, So let me get that shorty
Cause you don't need that
you know what to do with that shorty
You might as well hit this 40, before you hit the
24, What you want, Money, More!?!
Them niggas did it raw, with no
You find em, sayin sorry he for what he said I blind them
Get the out the four fifth, and there aint gonna be no more riff
Dog you want a floss tiff, but 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 about
Cause ain't comin, so stop runnin
cause you gonna die a sucker
Motherfucker!!!

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