Luyện nghe bài hát First Degree

Da
Uh,
Ey yo chris man, what you think these was thinking man?
Fuck y'all niggaz thinking, man? no violators except us man
Why these niggaz trying to shit without us man huh?
I these niggaz man a piece of the pie come in the game
We want in man, franchise in

I love who talk drama till the gun is stuck in they face
for they mama,
Left with three in the dome in the chest and waist
Don't let this young nigga you,
If you want beef then me where to meet you
I'll so much heat, one side of the earth will melt, then step off
Bitty boppin, chain rockin, in my belt,
My rock raw and stick barrel style
Niggas mouth till catch lock jaw,
I got plans to spend a million and
Before I hit a million and four, 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 these streets have done to me, become of me
I was in a world so cold it's numbened me, I'm so dirty 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 you in, nigga
Franchise fill you wit lead, nigga
No more crying spilled blood
Throw yo if you a real thug
Uhh

Yo, you see sometime niggaz, boy, you gon speak to the four
Cause you'se a sometime thug, sometime the law
seek 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, beautful in it
A nigga so there's a urinal in it, on the belt do the usual limit
You know, five, heading to l.i to buckle the pies
Before I die I want you speakers to my name
Cafe, leaky k, franchise 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 man in the city, don't force the kid
I'm a once I cross the bridge and I toss yo wig
Frontin niggaz, fake for me
Cause for them I'm running in yo bakery
It's

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Ey yo my stay on the job and if there's any drama involved
We shotguns, maddex 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, niggaz better for the hills
Act up and you gon see how heads'll get killed
for war, dog I'm holdin plenty of gunz
Niggaz home to find a bomb taped to they son
Bunch of violent niggaz your one's
Went from 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
of nigga that'll bag up yo girl and twist her
I got no love for these niggaz and these bitch ass
Hatin me cause they wish had it like me
I'm brooklyn and I'm glad to be (brooklyn!)
It's

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