Luyện nghe bài hát It's Murda

murda, ha ha ha
It's murda, we back up in this
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 back you bitch ass

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

Hated like Jesus
My weakness been bad bitches and new bills with creases
My thesis than extraordinary
And nigga that 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 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 in combat, to send you and fem where yo mom's at
you hear that?
And I ain't talkin' about them heavenly
I'm fire from nines

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

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

Murda, yeah
Hussein nigga
Murda, muthafuckas

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

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

Son of a gangsta, talk dirty son I'm a ya
I'm tha truth tha ox, keep gum on tha banger
Hussein, the only reason hoes chase tha
Nigga Part Two I got tha taste for blood

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

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

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

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

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

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