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' from the back of BET nigga)
My nigga on tha muthafuckin' ones and twos
back you bitch ass niggaz

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

like Jesus Christ
My weakness always been bad bitches and new bills creases
My thesis more extraordinary
And that nigga that got nine times

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

When sawed off with tha front of them gauges
To engage in combat, to send you and fem yo mom's at
you hear that?
And I talkin' about them heavenly skies
I'm talkin' fire from

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

haven't heard yet that nigga 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 crazy, reppin' him without me
A.I ain't in tha click, they won't win without me
Yo, I'm small lil' homies, frail but
Went from to some bullshit like Jalen Rose

Got my D O G's readin' brail and coats
Keep tha heat in tha I can't tell it's cold
my set, pieced out flame tha tec
Throw shots catch like Wayne Cherbet

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

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

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

We sex, and murda you niggas
Ain't no playin' around this rap shit
Banana clip, mack's bodies wrapped in plastic
This tha city where tha skinny die no
You heard my this is tha city where tha skinny 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 doing this shit for a long
Y'all niggas got the confused nigga
We been on gangsta thug shit

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

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