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 let me catch ya runnin' from the back of BET either nigga)
My nigga Fatal on tha muthafuckin' and twos
Holla you bitch ass niggaz

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

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

Can tell ya that I give a fuck, I don't give a fuck
God may I ask yo' to take his life
This is 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 engage in combat, to send you and fem yo mom's at
you hear that?
And I ain't about them heavenly skies
I'm talkin' fire from

Or maybe the fifty cal you like five-oh
Or somewhere in Cal where you like to lay low
You made, and I heard about that bitch
You be layin' up with, some 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,
Hussein nigga
It's Murda,

Rule these niggas crazy, reppin' him 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 some like Jalen Rose

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

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

Log on Fatal.com, see drop bombs
More militant 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 gangsta 'em, this is gangsta
And 50 you ain't nuthin' but a bitch
would have never did no song with no wanksta snitch
He confusin' he ain't tha shit

We sex, money and you niggas
Ain't no playin' around this rap shit
Banana clip, mack's spit bodies wrapped in
This tha where tha skinny niggas die no
You heard my dogs 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 club you punk niggas walkin' out
city, Rule, Rap-alot-mafia, Murda
Yound D', Merc,

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

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

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