Luyện nghe bài hát First Degree

Da
Uh,
Ey yo chris man, what you these niggaz was thinking man?
Fuck y'all niggaz thinking, man? no violators except us man
Why these niggaz trying to violate 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
Screaming for mama,
Left with three in the dome in the chest and waist
Don't let young nigga decieve you,
If you want then tell me where to meet you
I'll bring so much heat, one side of the earth melt, then step off
Bitty boppin, rockin, notch in my belt,
My niggas rock raw and barrel style
Niggas till they catch lock jaw,
I got plans to a million and more
Before I hit a and four, before death,
Pull a gun on me one in me
I'm trying to make sure, want none of me
You just don't know these streets have done to me, what's become of me
I was raised in a world so cold numbened me, I'm so dirty I'm filthy
I done scared so many niggaz, it's gonna take a nigga to kill me
If murda, drugs, guns or related to thugz I'm guilty

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

Yo, you see sometime niggaz, boy, you gon speak to the four
Cause you'se a sometime thug, seeking the law
I'ma seek to you it you breathe no more, when we the door
It's not a game, pesci don't laugh no more, black
Stashing the door, beautful in it
A jinxed so there's a urinal in it, on the belt do the usual limit
You know, double five, heading to l.i to buckle the
Before I die I want you to bleed my name
Cafe, weed leaky k, three of the same
I let my niggaz hit this man, cause ain't but x's on my hitlist, man
And I'm a buisness man in the city, don't the kid
I'm a gangsta once I cross the bridge and I 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 stay on the job and if there's any drama
We grip shotguns, are the one's that revolve
See me hoppin out a gray 5, dope in the
And enough to have these blocks open for months
When I pop up, niggaz better head for the
Act up and you gon see how many get killed
Starter for war, dog I'm holdin of gunz
Niggaz home to find a bomb taped to they son
Bunch of violent taking your one's
Went copping a bird now we cop em by the tons, ya heard?
I down henny till my vision is
Shit I'm trying to live it up, get high and drunk till I hurl
Type of nigga bag up yo girl and twist her
I got no love for these niggaz and these ass niggaz
Hatin me they wish they had it like me
I'm from and I'm glad to be (brooklyn!)
murda

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