Luyện nghe bài hát First Degree

Da
Uh,
Ey yo man, what you think these niggaz was thinking man?
Fuck y'all niggaz thinking, ain't no violators except us man
Why these niggaz trying to violate shit us man huh?
I these niggaz man a piece of the pie come in the game
We want in man, franchise in

I love niggaz who talk drama till the gun is stuck in face
for they mama,
Left with three in the three in the chest and waist
Don't let young nigga decieve you,
If you want beef then tell me to meet you
bring so much heat, one side of the earth will melt, then step off
Bitty boppin, rockin, notch in my belt,
My niggas rock raw and barrel style
Niggas mouth 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 just don't know what streets have done to me, what's become of me
I was raised in a world so cold it's numbened me, I'm so I'm filthy
I done scared so many niggaz, it's gonna take a nigga to kill me
If it's murda, drugs, or related to thugz I'm guilty

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

Yo, you see y'all sometime niggaz, boy, you gon to the four
Cause a sometime thug, sometime seeking the law
I'ma seek to you it you no more, when we crash the door
not a game, pesci don't laugh no more, black tahoe
Stashing the door, 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 leaky k, 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 running in yo
murda

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

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