Luyện nghe bài hát Murdergram

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

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

The weapons I possess, not for show
And you put dresses on your weapons when you out the door
See once I flash mother fuckers better do the one shot
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 deep and them niggas
die wit'cha cock the hot pistol and pop the hot Cristal

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

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

a lot of niggas fear the coming of their life
And you dead right be in looking for ice
with Ja you bitch niggas talking shit
All on my you broke 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 beat your or your bitch

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

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 gamble
With a gat in hand, spin in barrel and put it to your 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' I N C is murda

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

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

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 fake shit
You can't understand why a man would have to shit

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

A fucking in the truest form
damn well that 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 destructin'

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

24, what you want, money, more?
Them niggas did it raw, no condom
You find 'em, sayin' sorry he for what he before I blind them
Get the flame out the 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
'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 dogs at? Top Uh, where my dogs at?
Hold me down, baby, me down, baby, hold me down, baby
one love nigga, murda motherfucker