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letra de murda - randam luck

it’s f-cking murda
n-gga you ain’t ready for us
it’s f-cking murda
[?]
it’s f-cking murda
starting to make your headphones bump we make your heads bang so hard people thinking you nuts

[verse 1]
i hit you harder than the anvil
moving up in this world, making moves while your crew is at a stand still
through your city in a [?] filled wicked no doubt, so don’t speak when i flex my techniques
styles from the underground blast through your speakers rocking the
[?] cabin white sneakers
[?] pip the style-o, preach for top dollar, unleash the beef hollar
and my clique be so sick, quick to get a fist up and mc test we best believe he’s getting ripped up
inflict the [?], inflict the verbal sticker jacking your mic punk [?]
charging at full speed my stampede smashing on [?]
[?] for your headphones and cracking your neck to randam luck on the set
[?] we don’t respect you

it’s f-cking murda
n-gga you ain’t ready for us
it’s f-cking murda
[?]
it’s f-cking murda
starting to make your headphones bump we make your heads bang so hard people thinking you nuts

[verse 2]
ayo
my corporation straight [?] evil, sold my [?]
we exploit the most lethal
unveiled the man in the [?]
[?] he’s a weasel the fact he living fat like a [?]
push ya [?] in a black [?] he track you down to the ground like [?]
mi amigo, hes’s calling lives to flip a kilo, hit the strippin vegas and lives his life in casinos
man i get my point across like a needle, speaking my language requires that you bilingual
plus my aim is the same as a [?]
i sh-t on y’all on the top for your car window
invest the endo press, the nintendo from the stretch limo
[?] see the smoke signals
f-ck a [?] stain simple
random luck commit murder on your mental

it’s f-cking murda
n-gga you ain’t ready for us
it’s f-cking murda
[?]
it’s f-cking murda
starting to make your headphones bump we make your heads bang so hard people thinking you nuts

[verse 3]
i’m like god spitting 16 bars a [?]
with the chains of h-ll bounded to my [?]
i keep the world spinning k!ller with these concrete fists
so when i grab the mic [?] like flies on sh-t
i’ll f-cking murder you [?] player you ain’t ready
like muhammad in its prime my hand sk!lls are deadly
with the 1, 2, shatter your jaw, fists are an all star
cannibals tearing down the enemies’ [?]
with more sk!lls than a kung fu fl!ck, i hit you quick
my round-house kick is like a concrete brick
i’ll f-cking [?], pull the gun out and f-ck your [?]
tell you run out, then load another clip for the next bout
swinging for the [?], your talk is cheap
i’m f-cking bombing on you cowards like its wwiii
i’m organized like crime figures
[?] like jesse [?]

- randam luck

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