Luyện nghe bài hát Murdergram

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

Motha fuckers wanna me but don't got the heart
To look me in the eyes with the nine and
Cause whether for or against this
When I spit with murderous intentions, everybody goes everybody
The weapons I they not for show
And you put dresses on your weapons you walk out the door
See I flash mother fuckers better do the one shot dash
Or be one ass
J to the A-Y to the drive by to your hood screamin to you
Why would you fuck 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 one thing, to not miss you
Jahova know the god served ya
dead or alive when I arrive it's Murda

[Ja
Shit I hope ya'll niggas to lay low now
Cause thou shall perish if you don't bow
I hit em on sight, its dark dim the lights
You shot twice god to this the night
That alot of niggas fear the coming of life
And you dead right be in looking for ice
Fuckin with Ja you bitch talking shit
All on my you broke niggas making me rich
You gonna blaze me you high ripped off the henne rock
Flow semi-hot me your not
Check my forte not even on a bad day you this
Rather beat your dick or bitch
My be the sick shit, gravely ill
Niggas dying they know I spit like iron, nothing but bark flyin
Flows and mics, and night, go together like heaven and light
Niggas seein my plight, It's alright
I let the know I shine like ice
I bet it all I can a hard four in the dice
Cause I'm a gambling man, you should with a gat in your hand
Spin in and put it to your head
Cause we dance no more all we do is cock and spit
Dedicated to giving you but thug shit
Think we playing, you fall further
with I N C is Murda

I'm a cruddy nigga, goin raw-doggin bitches
and if I get burnt, I'm givin that to thirty bitches
You say you know a nigga like me, again Poppy
I might smile up in your face but I ain't friend Poppy
out the fifteen hundred like runnin, niggas don't want it
Get it, it, when I'm blunted
However it down, I made it happen, made it scrapin
I made it fussin, bustin, I made it
And lettin off wasn't new to a nigga
to do to a nigga, Cause you is a fool nigga
I your type, you hype, all up off that fake shit
You can't understand why a man would have to take
Or steal shit, but this is that real, niggas kill shit, shit
I hit you in your head you won't shit!!!
URRUURRRR.....
Let the dogs on a niggas ass
Find out if the niggas faster the trigger's blast
A fucking snake in the truest
Knowin damn well that I do is wrong, plus what I do is strong
is makin movies so i gots to stop production
I need a block to function and I'll stop destructin
The is not for frontin, So let me get that shorty
Cause you don't need shorty
you don't know what to do that shorty
You might as hit this 40, before you hit the floor
Another 24, you want, Money, More!?!
Them niggas did it raw, with no
You find em, sayin sorry he for what he before I blind them
Get the flame out the fifth, and there aint gonna be no more riff
Dog you a floss tiff, but would of made it to the door if
Bullets travled alot slower, and you ran alot
But don't and you can't so don't think about after
tomorrow ain't comin, so stop runnin
cause you gonna die a sucker
Motherfucker!!!

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