Luyện nghe bài hát Murdergram

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

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

The weapons I possess, they not for
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 by to your hood
Screamin' to you, why would you fuck with me?
Knowing I put you six deep 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 arrive it's

Shit I hope y'all niggas to lay low now
'Cause thou shall perish if you bow down
'Cause I hit 'em on sight, dark, dim the lights
You twice god bless to this the night

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

You blaze me 'cause you high ripped off the henne rock
Flow semi-hot me your not
Check my forte not even on a bad day you beat
beat your dick or your bitch

My be the sick shit, gravely ill
Niggas dying 'cause they know I spit iron
but bark flyin', flows and mics, hell and night
Go together heaven and light
Niggas seein' my plight, It's alright

I let the world know I shine ice
I bet it all I can throw a hard four in the
I'm a gambling man, you should gamble
With a gat in your hand, spin in and put it to your head

we don't dance no more all we do is cock and spit
Dedicated to giving you nothing but shit
Think we playing, you undoubtable further
Fuckin' I N C is murda

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 like me, guess again
I might smile up in your but I ain't your friend Poppy

Jump out the fifteen hundred like runnin', 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 wasn't nothing new to a
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 real, niggas kill shit, peel shit
I hit you in your head you won't feel
Let the dogs lose on a ass
Find out if the niggas then the trigger's blast

A snake in the truest form
Knowin' damn well what I do is wrong, plus what I do is strong
Niggas is 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 need that shorty
You don't know to do with that shorty
You might as well hit this 40, before you hit the

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

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

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