Luyện nghe bài hát Murdergram

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

Motha fuckers wanna kill me but don't got the
To look me in the eyes with the and spark
Cause whether your for or this
When I with murderous intentions, everybody goes everybody knows
The weapons I they not for show
And you put dresses on your weapons when you walk out the
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 you fuck with me
Knowing I put you six feet deep and them could die wit'cha
Cock the hot and pop the hot Cristal
And promise you only one thing, to not you
Jahova the god that served ya
Cause dead or alive when I arrive it's

[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 dim the lights
You shot twice god to this the night
That of niggas fear the coming of their life
And you dead be in hell looking for ice
Fuckin with Ja you niggas talking shit
All on my dick you broke making me rich
You gonna blaze me cause you high off the henne rock
semi-hot handling me your not
Check my forte not even on a bad day you beat
Rather your dick or your bitch
My flow be the sick shit, ill
dying cause they know I spit like iron, nothing but bark flyin
Flows and mics, hell and night, go together like heaven and
Niggas ain't my plight, It's alright
I let the world I shine like ice
I bet it all I can throw a four in the dice
Cause I'm a gambling man, you should gamble a gat in your hand
Spin in barrel and put it to your
Cause we don't dance no all we do is cock and spit
Dedicated to you nothing but thug shit
Think we playing, you undoubtable further
Fuckin with I N C is

I'm a cruddy nigga, raw-doggin dirty bitches
and if I get burnt, I'm givin that shit to thirty
You say you know a nigga me, guess again Poppy
I might smile up in your but I ain't your friend Poppy
Jump out the fifteen like runnin, niggas don't want it
Get it, Done it, I'm blunted
However it went down, I made it happen, it scrapin
I made it fussin, bustin, I made it
And lettin off nothing new to a nigga
Something to do to a nigga, Cause you is a fool
I your type, you hype, all up off that fake shit
You understand why a man would have to take shit
Or steal shit, but this is that real, kill shit, peel shit
I hit you in head you won't feel shit!!!
URRUURRRR.....
Let the dogs on a niggas ass
Find out if the niggas then the trigger's blast
A fucking snake in the form
Knowin damn well that what I do is wrong, plus I do is strong
Niggas is makin so i gots to stop production
I need a block to and maybe I'll stop destructin
The is not for frontin, So let me get that shorty
Cause you need that shorty
you know what to do with that shorty
You might as 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 before I them
Get the out the four fifth, and there aint gonna be no more riff
Dog you want a floss tiff, but would of made it to the if
Bullets travled alot slower, and you ran faster
But they don't and you so don't think about after
Cause tomorrow ain't comin, so runnin
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, my dogs at
Hold me down baby, Hold me down baby, Hold me down
Boomer One Nigga, URRUURRRR, Murda Motherfucker..