Luyện nghe bài hát It's Murda

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

Y'all who we be
(Aiyyo don't let me catch ya runnin' from the back of BET nigga)
My nigga Fatal on tha muthafuckin' and twos
Holla back you bitch ass

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

Hated like Jesus
My always been bad bitches and new bills with creases
My thesis more than
And that nigga that got shot nine

Can tell ya that I don't give a fuck, I don't give a
God may I ask yo' to take his life
This is 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 engage in combat, to send you and fem yo mom's at
Motherfucka you that?
And I ain't talkin' about them heavenly
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 about bitch
You be layin' up with, some where off of Sunset

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

It's Murda,
Hussein nigga
It's Murda,

Rule niggas crazy, reppin' him without me
A.I ain't in tha click, believe won't win without me
Yo, I'm small lil' homies, but bold
from base to some bullshit like Jalen Rose

Got my blind D O G's readin' brail and
Keep tha heat in tha winter I can't tell it's
Clean my set, out flame tha tec
Throw shots niggas catch like Wayne

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 chase tha thugs
Blade Part Two I got tha taste for blood

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

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

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

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

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

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

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