Luyện nghe bài hát First Degree

Da
Uh,
Ey yo chris man, what you these niggaz was thinking man?
y'all niggaz thinking, man? ain't no violators except us man
Why these niggaz trying to violate without us man huh?
I told these niggaz man a piece of the pie in the game
We want in man, franchise in

I love niggaz who talk drama till the gun is in they face
for they mama,
Left with in the dome three in the chest and waist
Don't let this young decieve you,
If you want beef tell me where to meet you
I'll bring so much heat, one side of the will melt, then step off
Bitty boppin, chain rockin, in my belt,
My niggas rock raw and stick style
Niggas mouth till they catch jaw,
I got plans to a million and more
Before I hit a million and four, death,
a gun on me squeeze one in me
I'm to make sure, niggaz want none of me
You just don't know what these have done to me, what's become of me
I was raised in a so cold it's numbened me, I'm so dirty I'm filthy
I done so many niggaz, it's gonna take a scared nigga to kill me
If it's murda, drugs, guns or related to I'm guilty

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Ja
murda, we gon leave you in, nigga
Franchise gonna you wit lead, nigga
No more crying over blood
Throw yo gunz if you a thug
Uhh

Yo, you see y'all sometime niggaz, boy, you gon to the four
Cause you'se a sometime thug, seeking the law
I'ma to you it you breathe no more, when we crash the door
It's not a game, pesci don't laugh no more, black
Stashing the door, fitting in it
A nigga jinxed so there's a in it, on the belt do the usual limit
You know, five, heading to l.i to buckle the pies
I die I want you speakers to bleed my name
Cafe, weed leaky k, three of the same
I let my niggaz hit this man, ain't nuttin but x's on my hitlist, man
And I'm a buisness man in the city, force the kid
I'm a once I cross the bridge and I toss yo wig
niggaz, don't fake for me
Cause for them I'm running in yo bakery
murda

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Ey yo my niggaz on the job and if there's any drama involved
We grip shotguns, maddex are the one's revolve
See me hoppin out a gray 5, in the trunk
And coke to have these blocks open for months
When I pop up, niggaz head for the hills
Act up and you gon see how heads'll get killed
Starter for war, dog I'm plenty of gunz
Niggaz come home to find a bomb to they son
Bunch of violent niggaz taking your
Went copping a bird now we cop em by the tons, ya heard?
I down henny till my is blurred
Shit I'm only trying to it up, get high and drunk till I hurl
Type of nigga bag up yo girl and twist her
I got no love for these niggaz and bitch ass niggaz
Hatin me cause they wish had it like me
I'm from and I'm glad to be (brooklyn!)
It's

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