Murder She Wrote

Follow 0 fans

LRN Nola

LRN Nola (pronounced "Learn Nola") is a musical artist known for their unique blend of hip-hop, R&B, and soul. They gained popularity for their thought-provoking lyrics and smooth vocal delivery. LRN Nola's music often explores themes of personal growth, social issues, and self-reflection. They have a dedicated fan base who appreciate their introspective and emotionally honest approach to music. more »

3:14

8 Views

Playlists:

#1

 The easy, fast & fun way to learn how to sing: 30DaySinger.com

What you know about murder
What you know about murder
Murder she wrote she tote the pole
Yeah
Murder she wrote she tote the pole
Yeah
Yeah
Murder she wrote she tote the pole and up for anybody
I ever make it out I’ll be a legend my whole city dying
And I’m thuggin’ yeah I got the streets on lock no passcode
I pour some drank out for my loved ones they buried under the roads
Live by the sword die by the sword better pray you come out them trenches
That .40 Glock up on my waist whoever want it can get it
I know my judge gon’ jail me up she catch me serving that British
I know my boys won’t give no words but they still taking a sentence
Murder she wrote
Murder,murder she wrote
Murder,murder she wrote
Give her paper murder all she write and watch how she gon’ sing like
Murder she wrote
Murder,murder she wrote
Murder,murder she wrote
I said we won’t be down for long I hope you feel me through this song
Got a call ray died in ‘15
I’m like the f*ck i’ma tell his mama
He was diplomatic with that stick He wouldn’t going to school to be no doctor
So I’m rapping in his honor I hope he see it though
Want turn our noodles into pasta
He posed to be here though
Most kids was outchea doing homework
I was serving work from home
Don’t need no bitch I got dead presidents
I could never be alone
I told Okill I’m out the streets
I’m tryna get in the booth
We came along way from crayons and alphabet soup
Li sister Ken she doing great
Told her to ball in the mix
Gotta sell that plant to get some tree
So I gotta carry a stick
Plus my old bitch keep calling me so it’s ‘bout time change the number
Thirty bullets to your five niggas Gone head and think I’m outnumbered
And Regus told me just be great I’m for to blow some time soon
He said they all gon’ reach for stars
so I gotta go bring back the moon
If blood shed
no tears shed
we just gon’ give ‘em more bloodshed
Brush up on ‘em with the Glock
Yea we gon’ paint the whole city red
Murder she wrote she tote the pole and up for anybody
I ever make it out I’ll be a legend my whole city dying
And I’m thuggin’ yeah I got the streets on lock no passcode
I pour some drank out for my loved ones they buried under the roads
Live by the sword die by the sword better pray you come out them trenches
That .40 Glock up on my waist whoever want it can get it
I know my judge gon’ jail me up she catch me serving that British
I know my boys won’t give no words but they still taking a sentence
Murder she wrote
Murder,murder she wrote
Murder,murder she wrote
Give her paper murder all she write and watch how she gon’ sing like
Murder she wrote
Murder,murder she wrote
Murder,murder she wrote
I said we won’t be down for long I hope you feel me through this song
They say she crazy
she one foot in the casket
As bad as I love you
Them scars is real I can’t pretend it ain’t happen
If I don’t Christopher Columbus him
My bros gonna map him
I done had more court dates then birthdays
Is what it seem like
You can’t be thinking that your dawg won’t do you wrong when shit don’t seem right
You can’t be thinking that your bitch won’t leave you ‘lone cause one day she might
I lost some niggas in the hospital
And it taught me that you gotta be patient
That talk is cheap
and death ain’t free
So you can’t walk around like no Mason
I risked my life put this shit on
So either shutup or kill me
How you go burning up my name
Like you wouldn’t kicking it with me
I’m quick to hawk a nigga down and go to church the same day
Pastor say God forgive you if you kill
I’ll prey and then pray
I hit the streets to get a plate the same fit on seven days
You’d think I’m covered up in bandaids all this pain on my face
Murder she wrote she tote the pole and up for anybody
I ever make it out I’ll be a legend my whole city dying
Murder she wrote
Murder,murder she wrote
Murder,murder she wrote
I give her paper murder all she write
Murder

 Watch: New Singing Lesson Videos Can Make Anyone A Great Singer