Luyện nghe bài hát First Degree

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

I love niggaz who drama till the gun is stuck in they face
Screaming for mama,
Left with three in the dome in the chest and waist
Don't let this young nigga you,
If you want beef then tell me where to you
I'll bring so heat, one side of the earth will melt, then step off
Bitty boppin, rockin, notch in my belt,
My niggas raw and stick barrel 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 streets have done to me, become of me
I was raised in a world so cold it's numbened me, I'm so I'm filthy
I done scared so many niggaz, it's gonna take a scared nigga to me
If murda, drugs, guns or related to thugz I'm guilty

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

Yo, you see y'all niggaz, boy, you gon speak to the four
Cause a sometime thug, sometime seeking the law
I'ma seek to you it you breathe no more, we crash the door
not a game, pesci don't laugh no more, black tahoe
Stashing the door, fitting in it
A nigga so there's a urinal in it, on the belt do the usual limit
You know, double five, heading to l.i to the pies
I die I want you speakers to bleed my name
Cafe, weed k, franchise three of the same
I let my niggaz hit this man, cause 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 and I toss yo wig
niggaz, don't fake for me
Cause for cakes 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, are the one's that revolve
See me out a gray 5, dope in the trunk
And enough coke to have these blocks open for
When I pop up, better head for the hills
Act up and you gon see how many get killed
Starter for war, dog I'm holdin plenty of
Niggaz come home to find a bomb to they son
Bunch of violent niggaz taking your
from copping a bird now we cop em by the tons, ya heard?
I down till my vision is blurred
Shit I'm only to live it up, get high and drunk till I hurl
Type of that'll bag up yo girl and twist her
I got no love for niggaz and these bitch ass niggaz
Hatin me cause they they had it like me
I'm from brooklyn and I'm to be (brooklyn!)
It's

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