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' from the of BET either nigga)
My nigga Fatal on tha muthafuckin' and twos
back 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 madina's
Take for genius

Hated Jesus Christ
My weakness always been bad bitches and new bills with
My more than extraordinary
And that that got shot nine times

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

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

haven't heard yet that nigga change 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 nigga
Murda, muthafuckas

Rule these niggas crazy, him without me
A.I ain't in tha click, believe they won't win me
Yo, I'm lil' homies, frail but bold
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 shots niggas like 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 chase tha thugs
Nigga Blade Two I got tha taste for blood

Log on Fatal.com, see fatal drop
More militant minded then y'all faded with 'Pac
Clutching tha beam, suckin' 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 have did no song with no wanksta snitch
He confusin' y'all he tha shit

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

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

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

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

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