Luyện nghe bài hát It's Murda

murda, ha ha ha
It's murda, we back up in this
It's

Y'all who we be
(Aiyyo don't let me catch ya from the back of BET either nigga)
My nigga Fatal on tha muthafuckin' and twos
Holla back you bitch ass

Yo, cocksucka', I get squat and and cocked tha nina'
In tha five series Beamer, dump and ya
I fell off on a misdemeanor, ride red over madina's
crazy for genius

Hated like Christ
My weakness always been bad and new bills with creases
My thesis more than
And that that got shot nine times

Can tell ya that I don't a fuck, I don't give a fuck
God may I ask yo' permission to his life
This is man be I N C to R U L E extraordinary, one for tha ages

When done off with tha front of them gauges
To in combat, to send you and fem where yo mom's at
Motherfucka you that?
And I ain't about them heavenly skies
I'm talkin' fire from

Or maybe the cal 'cause you like five-oh
Or maybe somewhere in Cal you like to lay low
You bitch made, and I heard about that
You be slayin' up with, some where off of Sunset

Y'all haven't heard yet that change is loose
And I got proof, get it? I got
Yo vest is no use we cock and flame
Murda, murda incorporated

It's Murda,
Hussein nigga
It's Murda,

Rule these niggas crazy, him without me
A.I ain't in tha click, believe they won't win me
Yo, I'm lil' homies, frail but bold
Went base to some bullshit like Jalen Rose

Got my blind D O G's readin' brail and
Keep tha heat in tha winter I can't tell cold
Clean my set, pieced out tha tec
Throw niggas catch like Wayne Cherbet

Son of a gangsta, dirty son I'm a bang ya
I'm tha with tha ox, keep gum on tha banger
Hussein, the only reason chase tha thugs
Nigga Part Two I got tha taste for blood

Log on Fatal.com, see fatal bombs
militant minded then y'all faded with 'Pac rhymes
Clutching tha beam, suckin' tha stick green
Out tha or tha sunroof, buckin' tha sixteen

You a gangsta 'em, this is gangsta shit
And 50 you ain't nuthin' but a bitch
Pac' would have never did no song with no wanksta
He confusin' y'all he tha shit

We sex, and murda you niggas
Ain't no playin' with this rap shit
Banana clip, mack's spit bodies wrapped in
This tha city tha skinny niggas die no
You heard my dogs this is tha city tha skinny niggas ride nigga

Plat, tha don
Believe we got shit poppin' in this muthafucka
Rule it's
And we into tha muthafuckin' club you punk walkin' out
Brick city, Rule, Rap-alot-mafia,
D', Merc, Exsaless

These ain't ready for this gangsta shit right here
We been this shit for a long time
Y'all niggas got the confused nigga
We been on gangsta thug shit

Bitch ass niggas you know it is
time we touch tha muthafuckin' booth nigga
It's be fire, fire on you niggas' asses
Niggas better gracefully bow tha out nigga

Fatal nigga, Rap-alot-mafia, nigga
M.I.B. nigga, Inc bosses
Rule we here baby, Brick Jerseys
Yeah, let's get it