Luyện nghe bài hát Murdergram

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

Mothafuckers wanna kill me but got the heart
To look me in the with the nine and spark
whether you're for or against this
When I with murderous intentions
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 mother fuckers better do the one shot dash
Or be one ass

J to the A Y to the drive by to hood
Screamin' bye-bye to you, why would you fuck me?
Knowing I put you six feet deep and niggas
die wit'cha cock the hot pistol and pop the hot Cristal

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

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

That a lot of niggas the coming of their life
And you dead right be in hell for ice
Fuckin' with Ja you niggas talking shit
All on my you broke niggas making 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 your dick or your

My be the sick shit, gravely ill
Niggas dying 'cause they I spit like iron
but bark flyin', flows and mics, hell and night
Go together like and light
Niggas seein' my plight, It's alright

I let the know I shine like 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, spin in barrel and put it to your

'Cause we dance no more all we do is cock and spit
to giving you nothing but thug shit
Think we playing, you undoubtable fall
with I N C is murda

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

Jump out the fifteen hundred like runnin', niggas want it
Get it, it, when I'm blunted
it went down, I made it happen, made it scrapin'
I made it fussin', bustin', I it cappin'

And lettin' off wasn't nothing new to a
to do to a nigga 'cause you is a fool 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, niggas shit, peel shit
I hit you in your you won't feel shit
Let the dogs on a niggas ass
out if the niggas faster then the trigger's blast

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

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

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

Dog you want a floss tiff but 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 a sucker, murder 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?
me down, baby, hold me down, baby, hold me down, baby
Boomer one love nigga, murda