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

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
Take crazy for

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

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

When done off with tha front of them gauges
To engage in combat, to you and fem where yo mom's at
Motherfucka you that?
And I talkin' about them heavenly skies
I'm talkin' fire from

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

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

Murda, yeah
Hussein Fatal
It's Murda,

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

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

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

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

You ain't a gangsta 'em, this is gangsta
And 50 you ain't nuthin' but a bitch
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' around with this rap
clip, mack's spit bodies wrapped in plastic
This tha city where tha skinny die no
You heard my dogs this is tha city tha skinny niggas ride nigga

Plat, tha don
Believe we got this shit 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 ain't ready for this gangsta shit right here
We been this shit for a long time
Y'all niggas got the streets confused
We on this gangsta thug shit

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

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