Luyện nghe bài hát It's Murda

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

know 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 ass niggaz

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 black
crazy for genius

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

Can tell ya I don't give 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

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

Or maybe the fifty cal you like five-oh
Or somewhere in Cal where you like to lay low
You bitch made, and I heard that bitch
You be slayin' layin' up with, some 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 when we and flame
Murda, murda incorporated

It's Murda,
Hussein nigga
Murda, muthafuckas

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

Got my blind D O G's readin' and coats
tha heat in tha winter I can't tell it's cold
Clean my set, out flame tha tec
Throw shots niggas catch like Cherbet

Son of a gangsta, talk dirty son I'm a ya
I'm tha truth with tha ox, keep gum on tha
Hussein, the only reason hoes chase tha
Nigga Blade Two I got tha taste for blood

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hussein nigga, Rap-alot-mafia, nigga
M.I.B. nigga, Inc bosses
Rule we here baby, Brick Jerseys
Yeah, Shadow get it