「Murda」はLil Wayne, Cory Gunz, Capo, Junior Reidの曲です, 2020, Pop。長さは3:49, 100 lines / 626 words。
歌詞
0:02Starting, why?
0:05Why?
0:09Why?
0:10Yeah
0:13First degree murder
0:16Beg them nuh push it further
0:19This a nuh beef, we make burger
0:22The youths, dem strapped with dem burner
0:25Uh, real niggas say soowoo
0:27And such and such killed such and such
0:28The streets talk and bullshit walks on crutches, but
0:31It's strut to strut
0:32Niggas panic
0:33Button pressing
0:33The end is coming
0:35Count your blessings
0:35We living in the day and time
0:36Where the ten commandments
0:37Are now suggestions
0:38How depressing
0:39How infested
0:40Click-clack, pow, intestines
0:41Bad bitches in flower dresses with tight pussies
0:44I found the crevice
0:45AK bullets move mountains
0:46Break them bitches down to pebbles
0:48That tough talk is like music to my ears
0:50So keep it a capella
0:51Based on a true story
0:52We not worried, y'all too worried
0:54I faced my fears and told them motherfuckers y'all too gorgeous
0:57Dread head from New Orleans
0:59Where the youth, them got two choices
1:00Shoot, or get shot, or a nigga choose for you
1:03We murdered them
1:05First degree murder
1:07Beg dem nuh push it further
1:10This a nuh beef, we make burger
1:14The youths, dem strapped with dem burner
1:17First degree murder
1:20Beg dem nuh push it further
1:23This a nuh beef, we make burger
1:26'Cause the youths, dem strapped with dem burner
1:29Yo, Tune point and I'm dusting niggas
1:31I ain't talking lacing no marijuana
1:32Soon as I hatched, I reigned like a quail
1:34And gave two fucks, I ain't a koala
1:35My uncle gangsta, but I make him nervous
1:37All he see in my face is murder
1:39Waste a burner is my waste a furnace
1:40I pace and turn and she'll face the thermos
1:42First birthday wish was getting caked up
1:43Shoot a nigga, wake up on the wake-up
1:45Lay down in a model bitch A-cup
1:47Then I put pearls in a bitch like Jacob
1:48Play tough, tape off of this tape-up
1:50Race off like some motherfuckin' makeup
1:51Take off, looking for something to take up
1:53Get the paper or you goin' in the paper?
1:55Not horoscopes, but in the horror scope
1:56Pray to God you see tomorrow, nope
1:58They gave my nigga thirty for a jar of dope
2:00But do a nigga dirty with a bar of soap
2:01Blowing so much, you sneezing dick
2:03Believe in me, I don't believe in shit
2:04Y'all pinching pennies? I'm squeezing drip
2:06It's Young Money 'til I'm in the freezer stiff, bitch
2:09First degree murder
2:12Beg them nuh push it further
2:15This a nuh beef, we make burger
2:17The youths, dem strapped with dem burner
2:21First degree murder
2:24Beg dem nuh push it further
2:27This a nuh beef, we make burger
2:30'Cause the youths, dem strapped with dem burner
2:33It's all about the money, nigga, fuck the fame
2:36Where we come from, shots ring, nigga, broad day
2:39Lil' woadie said he had a chance, he'd do this shit again
2:43Poppin' pills for the pain, but still won't feel a thing
2:45It's deeper than this rap, I'm in the back soaking game
2:48Cartier frames got 'em looking at me strange
2:51Why pre mostly heard and I'm rarely sane
2:55Low-key can still get a brick off my name
2:58Now I'ma tell you this here for my youngin 'nem
3:01The same ones I hung the corners with, do numbers with
3:04If it ever was a problem, watch 'em pull up quick
3:07Caught an L sticking to the script, you know I switched
3:11We now switch
3:13First degree murder
3:16Beg dem nuh push it further
3:18This a nuh beef, we make burger
3:21The youths, dem strapped with dem burner
3:25First degree murder
3:28Beg dem nuh push it further
3:31This a nuh beef, we make burger
3:34'Cause the youths, dem strapped with dem burner
3:40Starting, why?
3:42Why?
3:46Why?
3:49Yeah
Starting, why? Why? Why? Yeah First degree murder Beg them nuh push it further This a nuh beef, we make burger The youths, dem strapped with dem burner Uh, real niggas say soowoo And such and such killed such and such The streets talk and bullshit walks on crutches, but It's strut to strut Niggas panic Button pressing The end is coming Count your blessings We living in the day and time Where the ten commandments Are now suggestions How depressing How infested Click-clack, pow, intestines Bad bitches in flower dresses with tight pussies I found the crevice AK bullets move mountains Break them bitches down to pebbles That tough talk is like music to my ears So keep it a capella Based on a true story We not worried, y'all too worried I faced my fears and told them motherfuckers y'all too gorgeous Dread head from New Orleans Where the youth, them got two choices Shoot, or get shot, or a nigga choose for you We murdered them First degree murder Beg dem nuh push it further This a nuh beef, we make burger The youths, dem strapped with dem burner First degree murder Beg dem nuh push it further This a nuh beef, we make burger 'Cause the youths, dem strapped with dem burner Yo, Tune point and I'm dusting niggas I ain't talking lacing no marijuana Soon as I hatched, I reigned like a quail And gave two fucks, I ain't a koala My uncle gangsta, but I make him nervous All he see in my face is murder Waste a burner is my waste a furnace I pace and turn and she'll face the thermos First birthday wish was getting caked up Shoot a nigga, wake up on the wake-up Lay down in a model bitch A-cup Then I put pearls in a bitch like Jacob Play tough, tape off of this tape-up Race off like some motherfuckin' makeup Take off, looking for something to take up Get the paper or you goin' in the paper? Not horoscopes, but in the horror scope Pray to God you see tomorrow, nope They gave my nigga thirty for a jar of dope But do a nigga dirty with a bar of soap Blowing so much, you sneezing dick Believe in me, I don't believe in shit Y'all pinching pennies? I'm squeezing drip It's Young Money 'til I'm in the freezer stiff, bitch First degree murder Beg them nuh push it further This a nuh beef, we make burger The youths, dem strapped with dem burner First degree murder Beg dem nuh push it further This a nuh beef, we make burger 'Cause the youths, dem strapped with dem burner It's all about the money, nigga, fuck the fame Where we come from, shots ring, nigga, broad day Lil' woadie said he had a chance, he'd do this shit again Poppin' pills for the pain, but still won't feel a thing It's deeper than this rap, I'm in the back soaking game Cartier frames got 'em looking at me strange Why pre mostly heard and I'm rarely sane Low-key can still get a brick off my name Now I'ma tell you this here for my youngin 'nem The same ones I hung the corners with, do numbers with If it ever was a problem, watch 'em pull up quick Caught an L sticking to the script, you know I switched We now switch First degree murder Beg dem nuh push it further This a nuh beef, we make burger The youths, dem strapped with dem burner First degree murder Beg dem nuh push it further This a nuh beef, we make burger 'Cause the youths, dem strapped with dem burner Starting, why? Why? Why? Yeah
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