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 catch ya from the back of BET either nigga)
My nigga Fatal on tha muthafuckin' ones and
Holla back you bitch ass

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

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

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

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

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

Y'all heard yet that nigga change is loose
And I got proof, get it? I got
Yo vest is no use we cock and flame
It's Murda, murda

Murda, yeah
Hussein nigga
It's Murda,

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

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

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

Log on Fatal.com, see drop bombs
More militant minded then 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 gangsta
Pac' would never did no song with no wanksta snitch
He confusin' y'all he ain't tha

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

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

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

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

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