Luyện nghe bài hát It's Murda

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

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

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

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

Can tell ya that I don't give a fuck, I don't give a
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 done sawed off with tha front of them
To engage in combat, to send you and fem where yo at
you hear that?
And I talkin' about them heavenly skies
I'm fire from nines

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

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

It's Murda,
Hussein Fatal
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 bullshit 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
my set, pieced out flame tha tec
Throw shots niggas 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 chase tha thugs
Nigga Blade Two I got tha taste for blood

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

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' he ain't tha shit

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

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

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

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

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