Luyện nghe bài hát First Degree

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

I love niggaz who talk drama till the gun is stuck in they
for they mama,
Left with three in the dome three in the chest and
Don't let young nigga decieve you,
If you want then tell me where to meet 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 rock raw and stick style
Niggas mouth till they lock jaw,
I got plans to spend a million and
I hit a million and four, before death,
Pull a gun on me one in me
I'm to make sure, niggaz want none of me
You just don't know what streets have done to me, what's 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 take a scared nigga to kill me
If it's murda, drugs, guns or related to I'm guilty

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Ja
It's murda, we gon leave you in,
Franchise gonna fill you wit lead,
No more over spilled blood
Throw yo if you a real thug
Uhh

Yo, you see y'all sometime niggaz, boy, you gon speak to the
Cause you'se a thug, sometime seeking the law
I'ma to you it you breathe no more, when we crash the door
It's not a game, don't laugh no more, black tahoe
Stashing the door, beautful in it
A nigga jinxed so there's a urinal in it, on the belt do the usual
You know, double five, heading to l.i to the pies
Before I die I want you speakers to bleed my
Cafe, weed leaky k, franchise 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 stay on the job and if any drama involved
We grip shotguns, are the one's that revolve
See me hoppin out a gray 5, in the trunk
And enough coke to have these blocks for months
When I pop up, better head for the hills
Act up and you gon see how many heads'll get
Starter for war, dog I'm holdin plenty of
Niggaz come to find a bomb taped to they son
Bunch of violent niggaz taking one's
Went from a bird now we cop em by the tons, ya heard?
I down henny my vision is blurred
I'm only trying to live it up, get high and drunk till I hurl
Type of nigga that'll bag up yo and twist her
I got no love for these niggaz and these bitch ass
me cause they wish they had it like me
I'm from brooklyn and I'm to be (brooklyn!)
It's

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