Luyện nghe bài hát Murdergram

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

Motha fuckers wanna kill me but got the heart
To look me in the eyes with the and spark
Cause your for or against this
When I with murderous intentions, everybody goes everybody knows
The weapons I they not for show
And you put dresses on weapons when you walk out the door
See once I flash mother fuckers do the one shot dash
Or be one ass
J to the A-Y to the by to your hood screamin bye-bye to you
Why would you with me
Knowing I put you six deep and them niggas could die wit'cha
Cock the hot and pop the hot Cristal
And promise you one thing, to not miss you
Jahova know the god served ya
Cause dead or alive I arrive it's Murda

[Ja
I hope ya'll niggas know to lay low now
Cause shall perish if you don't bow down
Cause I hit em on sight, its dark dim the
You twice god bless to this the night
That alot of niggas fear the coming of life
And you dead be in hell looking for ice
Fuckin with Ja you niggas talking shit
All on my dick you niggas making me rich
You gonna blaze me cause you ripped off the henne rock
Flow semi-hot me your not
Check my forte not even on a bad day you beat
beat your dick or your bitch
My flow be the sick shit, ill
Niggas dying they know I spit like iron, nothing but bark flyin
Flows and mics, hell and night, go together like and light
Niggas ain't my plight, It's alright
I let the world know I shine ice
I bet it all I can throw a hard in the dice
Cause I'm a gambling man, you should gamble with a gat in hand
Spin in and put it to your head
Cause we don't no more all we do is cock and spit
Dedicated to giving you nothing but thug
Think we playing, you fall further
Fuckin 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 a nigga like me, guess again Poppy
I might smile up in your but I ain't your friend Poppy
Jump out the fifteen hundred runnin, niggas don't want it
Get it, it, when I'm blunted
However it went down, I it happen, made it scrapin
I made it fussin, bustin, I it cappin
And lettin off wasn't nothing new to a
Something to do to a nigga, Cause you is a nigga
I know your type, you hype, all up off that shit
You can't understand why a man would to take shit
Or steal shit, but is that real, niggas kill shit, peel shit
I hit you in your head you feel shit!!!
URRUURRRR.....
Let the dogs lose on a ass
out if the niggas faster then the trigger's blast
A fucking snake in the form
Knowin 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 stop destructin
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 as well hit this 40, before you hit the floor
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 tiff, but would of made it to the door if
Bullets alot slower, and you ran alot faster
But they and you can't so don't think about after
Cause tomorrow ain't comin, so stop
cause you gonna die like a
Motherfucker!!!

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