Luyện nghe bài hát It's Murda

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

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 ass niggaz

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

Hated like Jesus
My weakness always been bad bitches and new bills creases
My thesis than extraordinary
And that nigga got shot 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 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 about them heavenly skies
I'm fire from nines

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

Y'all heard yet that nigga change is loose
And I got proof, get it? I got
Yo vest is no use we cock and flame
It's Murda, incorporated

Murda, yeah
Hussein nigga
Murda, muthafuckas

Rule these niggas crazy, reppin' him me
A.I ain't in tha click, believe they won't win me
Yo, I'm small lil' homies, frail but
Went from base to some like Jalen Rose

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

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 hoes tha thugs
Nigga Blade Part Two I got tha for blood

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

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

We sex, money and murda you
Ain't no playin' with this rap shit
Banana clip, spit bodies wrapped in plastic
This tha city where tha 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
Rule good
And we tha muthafuckin' club you punk niggas walkin' out
Brick city, Rule, Rap-alot-mafia,
D', Merc, Exsaless

These niggas ain't for this gangsta shit right here
We been doing this for a long 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 gracefully bow tha fuck out

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