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 from the back of BET either nigga)
My nigga Fatal on tha ones and twos
Holla back you bitch ass

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

Hated like Jesus
My weakness always bad bitches and new bills with creases
My more than extraordinary
And that nigga that got nine times

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

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

Or maybe the cal 'cause you like five-oh
Or somewhere in Cal where you like to lay low
You bitch made, and I heard about that
You be slayin' layin' up with, 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
It's Murda, murda

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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