Luyện nghe bài hát First Degree

Da
Uh,
Ey yo man, what you think these niggaz was thinking man?
Fuck y'all niggaz thinking, man? no violators except us man
Why these niggaz trying to violate shit without us man
I told these niggaz man a piece of the pie in the game
We want in man, franchise in

I niggaz who talk drama till the gun is stuck in they face
for they mama,
Left with three in the three in the chest and waist
Don't let this young decieve you,
If you want beef then tell me 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 stick style
Niggas mouth till catch lock jaw,
I got plans to spend a million and
Before I hit a million and four, death,
a gun on me squeeze one in me
I'm trying to make sure, want none of me
You don't know what these streets have done to me, what's become of me
I was in a world so cold it's numbened me, I'm so dirty I'm filthy
I done scared so many niggaz, it's gonna take a scared nigga to me
If it's murda, drugs, guns or related to I'm guilty

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Ja
It's murda, we gon you in, nigga
Franchise gonna you wit lead, nigga
No more over spilled blood
Throw yo gunz if you a real
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, when we the door
not a game, pesci don't laugh no more, black tahoe
Stashing the door, beautful in it
A nigga jinxed so there's a in it, on the belt do the usual limit
You know, double five, to l.i to buckle the pies
Before I die I you speakers to bleed my name
Cafe, weed leaky k, franchise three of the
I let my niggaz hit man, cause ain't nuttin 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 I'm running in yo bakery
murda

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Ey yo my niggaz stay on the job and if there's any drama
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, better head for the hills
Act up and you gon see how many heads'll get
Starter for war, dog I'm holdin of gunz
Niggaz come home to find a bomb taped to son
Bunch of violent taking your one's
Went copping a bird now we cop em by the tons, ya heard?
I down henny my vision is blurred
Shit I'm only to live it up, get high and drunk till I hurl
Type of nigga that'll bag up yo girl and 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!)
murda

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