Luyện nghe bài hát It's Murda

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

know who we be
(Aiyyo don't let me catch ya runnin' the back of BET either nigga)
My nigga Fatal on tha muthafuckin' ones and
Holla back you ass niggaz

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

Hated like Christ
My weakness always bad bitches and new bills with creases
My thesis more 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 your man be I N C to R U L E extraordinary, one for tha

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

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

Y'all haven't heard yet that nigga change is
And I got proof, get it? I got
Yo vest is no use when we and flame
It's Murda, murda

Murda, yeah
Hussein nigga
Murda, muthafuckas

Rule these niggas crazy, reppin' him me
A.I ain't in tha click, believe they win without me
Yo, I'm small lil' homies, but bold
Went from base to some bullshit 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 Wayne Cherbet

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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