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

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

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

Can tell ya that I don't give a fuck, I don't 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 off with 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 talkin' 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 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 vest is no use when we and flame
Murda, murda incorporated

It's Murda,
Fatal nigga
It's Murda,

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

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

Son of a gangsta, talk dirty son I'm a ya
I'm tha with tha ox, keep gum on tha banger
Hussein, the reason hoes chase 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 beam, suckin' tha stick green
Out tha window or tha sunroof, tha sixteen

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

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

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

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

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

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