Luyện nghe bài hát It's Murda (Freestyle)

It's Murda, it's Murda, we back up in muthafuckar
It's Murda y'all know who we be, yeah, aiyyo don't let me catch, ya Runnin' from the of BET either nigga, my nigga, Fatal
On tha muthafuckin' ones and twos, holla back you bitch ass,

Yo, sucka', I get squat and post and cocked tha nina'
In tha five series beamer, dump and lean, ya, I off on
A misdemeanor red over black madina's take crazy for genuis
Hated like Jesus Christ, my have always been bad bitches
And new bills with Krisis', my thesis more than

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' permission
To take his this is a man be I N C to R U L E extrordinary one
For tha ages when then sawed off with tha front of them
To engage in combat, to send you and fem where yo, at

you hear that and I ain't talkin' about them heaven
From skies, I'm talkin' about them fire nines or maybe
The fifty call 'cause you like five, oh, or maybe in Cal
Where you like to lay low you bitch 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 Proof, yo, vest is no use we cock and flame
Murda, yeah, Murda incorporated, it's Murda, yeah
Hussein Fatal nigga, it's

Muthafuckas, Rule these niggas, crazy him without me
A.I ain't in tha click believe they won't win without me, yo, I'm
Lil' homies frail but bold went from base to some
Jalen Rose got my blind D O Gs readin' brail and coats
Keep tha heat in tha winter I can't tell it's clean my set
out flame tha tec

Throw out niggas catch like Wayne Cherbet, son of a gangsta Talk dirty son I'm a bang ya, I'm tha truth with tha ox
Keep gum on tha banger, Hussein the only hoes chase
Tha thugs, nigga part two I got tha taste for blood
Log on 'Fatal.com', see fatal drop bombs more minded
Then y'all faded Pac Rhymes

Clucthing tha stick beam, suckin' tha stick out tha window
Or tha sunroof, buckin' tha you ain't a gangsta 'em'
This is gangsta shit and 50 you ain't but a gangsta bitch
Pac would have never did no song no wanksta snicth
He confusin' ya'll he ain't tha we sex, money and murda
You niggas, ain't no playin' around this rap shit
Banana clip, mack's spit rap up in plastic

This tha city where tha skinny die, no
You heard my this is tha city where tha skinny, niggas
Ride nigga, Hussein tha don, we got this shit poppin'
In this muthafucka Rule it's and we into tha muthafuckin' club
You punk niggas, walkin' out brick city, Rule, Rap a lot,
Murda, Yound D', Merc, Exsaless, these niggas, ain't ready for this Gansta shit right here, we been this shit for a long time

Ya'll niggas got the streets confused, nigga, we on this
Gansta thug shit, bitch ass, niggas you know it is
Every time we touch tha booth, nigga
It's gonna be fire, fire on you asses, niggas, better
bow tha fuck out nigga, Hussein Fatal nigga
Rap a lot mafia, nigga, M.I.B nigga, murder I N C Rule
We here, baby, city jerses mafia, yeah, shadows, let's get it, yo