Luyện nghe bài hát It's Murda

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

Y'all who we be
(Aiyyo let me catch ya runnin' from the back of BET either nigga)
My nigga Fatal on tha muthafuckin' ones and
Holla back you bitch ass

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

Hated like Jesus
My weakness always been bad and new bills with creases
My thesis than extraordinary
And that nigga that got nine times

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

done sawed 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 talkin' about them heavenly skies
I'm fire from nines

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

haven't heard yet that nigga 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 Fatal
It's Murda,

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

Got my blind D O G's brail and coats
Keep tha heat in tha winter I can't tell it's
Clean my set, pieced out tha tec
Throw shots niggas catch like 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 hoes tha thugs
Nigga Part Two I got tha taste for blood

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

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

We sex, money and you niggas
no playin' around with this rap shit
Banana clip, mack's spit wrapped in plastic
This tha city tha skinny niggas die no
You heard my dogs this is tha city where tha skinny niggas ride

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

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

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

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