Luyện nghe bài hát First Degree

Da
Uh,
Ey yo chris man, what you think niggaz was thinking man?
Fuck niggaz thinking, man? ain't no violators except us man
Why these niggaz to violate shit without us man huh?
I told niggaz man a piece of the pie come in the game
We in man, franchise want in

I love niggaz who drama till the gun is stuck in they face
for they mama,
Left with three in the dome three in the and waist
Don't let this nigga decieve you,
If you want beef then tell me to meet you
I'll bring so much heat, one side of the will melt, then step off
Bitty boppin, rockin, notch in my belt,
My niggas raw and stick barrel style
Niggas till they catch lock jaw,
I got plans to spend a million and
Before I hit a and four, before death,
a gun on me squeeze one in me
I'm to make sure, niggaz want none of me
You don't know what these streets have done to me, what's become of me
I was raised in a so cold it's numbened me, I'm so dirty I'm filthy
I done scared so many niggaz, gonna take a scared nigga to kill me
If it's murda, drugs, guns or to thugz I'm guilty

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Ja
murda, we gon leave you in, nigga
Franchise fill you wit lead, nigga
No crying over spilled blood
Throw yo if you a real thug
Uhh

Yo, you see y'all sometime niggaz, boy, you gon speak to the
Cause you'se a sometime thug, sometime the law
I'ma seek to you it you breathe no more, we crash the door
It's not a game, pesci don't laugh no more, black
the door, fitting beautful in it
A nigga jinxed so a urinal in it, on the belt do the usual limit
You know, double five, heading to l.i to buckle the
I die I want you speakers to bleed my name
Cafe, weed k, franchise three of the same
I let my hit this man, cause ain't nuttin but x's on my hitlist, man
And I'm a man in the city, don't force the kid
I'm a once I cross the bridge and I toss yo wig
Frontin niggaz, fake for me
Cause for them cakes I'm in yo bakery
It's

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Ey yo my niggaz stay on the job and if there's any drama
We grip shotguns, maddex are the that revolve
See me out a gray 5, dope in the trunk
And enough coke to these blocks open for months
When I pop up, niggaz head for the hills
Act up and you gon see how many get killed
Starter for war, dog I'm holdin plenty of
Niggaz come home to a bomb taped to they son
Bunch of violent niggaz taking one's
Went copping a bird now we cop em by the tons, ya heard?
I down till my vision is blurred
Shit I'm only trying to live it up, get high and drunk till I
Type of nigga that'll bag up yo girl and her
I got no love for niggaz and these bitch ass niggaz
me cause they wish they had it like me
I'm from and I'm glad to be (brooklyn!)
murda

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