Luyện nghe bài hát Murda

[Intro:
I feel like we gotta go in
Y'all got the right nigga for the job this
Oh, we snapping on shit

[Verse 1:
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A nigga from the Eastside, me
I'm certified, I don't I-D
Fuck a hater see him later
He need a favor and a long run
Fuck a cop, I a chopper that's a long gun
Hop grindin' way the [?]
Know it's a hit way before we one
I'm on 1, 2, 3, 4
out the face I'mma need 3 more
I started as a youngin' I was gettin' money
I was selling weed, all the bitches me
with the law, started gettin' ugly
Scamming my homie just to get some money
Grew up in the trenches, I had good
Want it done then you should do the bidness
I don't trust niggas, I get too
on the stove and make mama do the dishes
Fuckin' up the China, gotta behind ya
Hollow tips inside ya, just a reminder
I'm from a city daughters sell vagina
Cops are minors, all these niggas liars
now nigga, pardon your looks
Download all my off on iTunes
I'm out here giving all my audio
got me motivated
If they say I'm the best then don't it
Success is overrated, is best negotiated
So let's associate it death, I know they hate it
His exfoliated, what happened?
The tech, a ate it with passion
I was working long days was nappin'
I struggle, I was cryin' they was
3 for a deal [?]
I want a hundred thousand playing Madden
[?] took all my and cashed in
But thanks for
Let a try me like they don't know who I be
I'm me, I'm G, hit the out in I.E
One word,
that's a murda

Price]
[?] that's a
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm a murda

Murda yeah
murda murda
Damn, murda murda
Like never heard it

2: Price]
Understand I got God with me, so the evils can never me
I.E. you see it on my
I just up Ars when I'm out in Jersey
Tell 'em I need a white that look like Fergie
kitties, I don't do 'em furry
Make a money in a hurry
on these missions cause these niggas scurry
Mama said to trust in the reverend say
I at my skin and see a better way
Young black king, they ain't never say that people my color was running Heaven
I got two phones, no Gates
One for bad times, one for better
I answer the one for bad times cause I need good vibes around me all seven days
I got bad on my resume
I hit the and try to go ahead of Jay, ahead of Ye
Ahead of Gandhi, ahead of yesterday
I see no better way
If it's mula that'll be made Saturday
I'll be there on the dot, I ain't never
I won't by the dotted unless the bread is stacked up like wedding cakes
Gotta set it
I know niggas from Grape like Lay
I got stocks from the Benz, no never
Really in these streets, we ain't grow the same
Lost homies to this beef, you know the pain
Price and S.Dot on the beat, you know a
And I'm by the way, so you know the name
summer to winter, spring to fall, heat, snow or rain
I got the West on my mane
Yeah, you know a murda