Luyện nghe bài hát It's Murda

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

Y'all who we be
(Aiyyo don't let me ya runnin' from 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 five Beamer, dump and lean ya
I off on a misdemeanor, ride red over black madina's
Take crazy for

Hated Jesus Christ
My weakness been bad bitches and new bills with creases
My thesis than extraordinary
And that nigga that got nine times

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

Or maybe the fifty cal 'cause you five-oh
Or maybe somewhere in Cal you like to lay low
You made, and I heard about 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
It's Murda, murda

It's Murda,
Hussein nigga
Murda, muthafuckas

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, but bold
Went from base to some bullshit Jalen Rose

Got my blind D O G's readin' brail and
Keep tha heat in tha winter I tell it's cold
Clean my set, out flame tha tec
Throw shots catch like Wayne Cherbet

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

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

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

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

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

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

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