Luyện nghe bài hát It's Murda

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Got my D O G's readin' brail and coats
Keep tha heat in tha winter I tell it's cold
Clean my set, out flame tha tec
Throw shots niggas 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 only reason hoes chase tha
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 stick beam, suckin' tha green
Out tha window or tha sunroof, buckin' tha

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

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

Plat, tha don
we got this shit poppin' in this muthafucka
Rule good
And we into tha muthafuckin' club you 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 time
Y'all niggas got the confused nigga
We been on gangsta thug shit

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

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