Luyện nghe bài hát It's Murda

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

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

Yo, cocksucka', I get squat and post and cocked tha
In tha five series Beamer, and lean ya
I fell off on a misdemeanor, ride red over black
Take crazy for

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

Can tell ya that I don't a fuck, I don't give 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

When sawed off with tha front of them gauges
To engage in combat, to send you and fem yo mom's at
you hear that?
And I talkin' about them heavenly skies
I'm fire from nines

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

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

It's Murda,
Fatal nigga
It's Murda,

Rule these crazy, reppin' him without me
A.I ain't in tha click, 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
my set, pieced out flame tha tec
Throw shots catch like Wayne Cherbet

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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