Luyện nghe bài hát Murdergram

Niggas is dead, dead I tell you, be serious
What you is gonna happen
With three of the niggas together
Street music and so on one track,huh?
Can't be serious, it's murda nigga, huh, it's

wanna kill me but don't got the heart
To look me in the eyes with the nine and
whether you're for or against this
When I with murderous intentions
Everybody goes, knows

The weapons I possess, not for show
And you put dresses on weapons when you walk out the door
See once I flash mother fuckers better do the one shot
Or be one ass

J to the A Y to the drive by to your
Screamin' bye-bye to you, why you fuck with me?
Knowing I put you six feet and them niggas
die wit'cha cock the hot pistol and pop the hot Cristal

And promise you only one thing, to not you
Jahova know the god that ya
'Cause dead or alive when I it's murda

I hope y'all niggas know to lay low now
'Cause shall perish if you don't bow down
I hit 'em on sight, it's dark, dim the lights
You shot god bless to this the night

That a lot of fear the coming of their life
And you right be in hell looking for ice
Fuckin' with Ja you bitch niggas shit
All on my dick you broke making me rich

You gonna blaze me 'cause you high ripped off the henne
Flow handling me your not
my forte not even on a bad day you beat this
Rather beat your dick or your

My be the sick shit, gravely ill
Niggas 'cause they know I spit like iron
but bark flyin', flows and mics, hell and night
Go together like heaven and
Niggas seein' 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
With a gat in your 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 shit
we playing, you undoubtable fall further
Fuckin' with I N C is

I'm a cruddy nigga, raw-doggin' dirty bitches
And if I get burnt, I'm that shit to thirty bitches
You say you a nigga like me, guess again Poppy
I might up in your face but I ain't your friend Poppy

Jump out the fifteen hundred runnin', niggas don't want it
Get it, done it, when I'm
However it went down, I made it happen, it scrapin'
I it fussin', bustin', I made it cappin'

And off wasn't 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 can't why a man would have to take shit

Or steal shit, but this is real, niggas kill shit, peel shit
I hit you in your you won't feel shit
Let the lose on a niggas ass
Find out if the niggas faster then the trigger's

A fucking in the truest form
Knowin' damn well that what I do is wrong, what I do is strong
Niggas is movies so I gots to stop production
I a block to function and maybe I'll stop destructin'

The blocks is not for frontin', so let me get that
'Cause you don't that shorty
You don't know what to do that shorty
You might as well hit 40, before you hit the floor

Another 24, you want, money, more?
niggas did it raw, with no condom
You find 'em, sayin' he for what he said before I blind them
Get the flame out the four fifth, and there ain't gonna be no more

Dog you a floss tiff but would of made it to the door if
Bullets a lot slower and you ran a lot faster
But they don't and you can't so don't think about
'Cause tomorrow comin', so stop runnin'
you gonna die like a sucker, murder motherfucker

Uh, my mother fucking dogs at?
My nigga Jigga, my dog Ja, Irv Gotti, Riders, Def Jam
Where my at? Top Fight Uh, where my dogs at?
Hold me down, baby, hold me down, baby, hold me down,
one love nigga, murda motherfucker