Luyện nghe bài hát It's Murda

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

Y'all who we be
(Aiyyo don't let me catch ya runnin' 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 post and cocked tha
In tha series Beamer, dump and lean ya
I fell off on a misdemeanor, ride red black madina's
crazy for genius

Hated like Christ
My weakness always been bad bitches and new with creases
My thesis more extraordinary
And that nigga that got shot times

Can tell ya that I don't a fuck, I don't 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 off with tha front of them gauges
To in combat, to send you and fem where yo mom's at
you hear that?
And I ain't about them heavenly skies
I'm talkin' fire nines

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

Y'all haven't heard yet that 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
It's Murda,

Rule these niggas crazy, reppin' him me
A.I ain't in tha click, believe they won't win me
Yo, I'm lil' homies, frail but bold
Went from base to some bullshit like Rose

Got my blind D O G's readin' and coats
Keep tha in tha winter I can't tell it's cold
my set, pieced out flame tha tec
Throw niggas catch like 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 chase tha
Nigga Part Two I got tha taste for blood

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

You ain't a gangsta 'em, this is gangsta
And 50 you ain't but a gangsta bitch
Pac' would have did no song with no wanksta snitch
He y'all he ain't tha shit

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

Plat, tha don
Believe we got this shit poppin' in muthafucka
it's good
And we into tha club you punk 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 shit for a long time
Y'all niggas got the confused nigga
We been on this 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'
Niggas better bow tha fuck out nigga

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