Luyện nghe bài hát It's Murda

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

Y'all who we be
(Aiyyo let me catch ya runnin' from the back of BET either nigga)
My nigga Fatal on tha muthafuckin' ones and
Holla back you bitch ass

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

Hated like Christ
My weakness always been bad bitches and new with creases
My more than extraordinary
And that nigga got shot nine times

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

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 ain't talkin' about them skies
I'm talkin' from nines

Or maybe the cal 'cause you like five-oh
Or maybe somewhere in Cal where you to lay low
You made, and I heard about that bitch
You be slayin' layin' up with, some 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 we cock and flame
It's Murda, murda

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

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

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

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

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

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

We sex, and murda you niggas
no playin' around with this rap shit
Banana clip, mack's spit bodies in plastic
This tha city where tha skinny die no
You heard my dogs this is tha city where tha niggas ride nigga

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

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

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

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