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 of BET either nigga)
My nigga Fatal on tha muthafuckin' ones and
back you bitch ass niggaz

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

Hated like Jesus
My weakness always been bad bitches and new bills creases
My thesis more extraordinary
And nigga that got shot 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
is your man be I N C to R U L E extraordinary, one for tha ages

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

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

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

Murda, yeah
Hussein Fatal
Murda, muthafuckas

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

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

Son of a gangsta, talk son I'm a bang ya
I'm tha truth tha ox, keep gum on tha banger
Hussein, the only hoes chase tha thugs
Nigga 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 beam, suckin' tha stick green
Out tha window or tha sunroof, buckin' tha

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

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

Plat, tha don
Believe we got this shit poppin' in muthafucka
it's 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 time
Y'all got the streets confused nigga
We been on this gangsta thug

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

Hussein nigga, Rap-alot-mafia, nigga
M.I.B. nigga, Inc bosses
Rule we here baby, Brick City
Yeah, Shadow get it