Luyện nghe bài hát It's Murda

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

know who we be
(Aiyyo let me catch ya runnin' from the back of BET either nigga)
My Fatal on tha muthafuckin' ones and twos
Holla you bitch ass niggaz

Yo, cocksucka', I get squat and 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

like Jesus Christ
My always been bad bitches and new bills with creases
My thesis than extraordinary
And that nigga that got nine times

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

When done sawed off with tha of them gauges
To engage in combat, to you and fem where yo mom's at
Motherfucka you hear
And I ain't talkin' about them skies
I'm talkin' fire from

Or maybe the fifty cal 'cause you 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 is no use when we cock and flame
It's Murda, murda

Murda, yeah
Hussein Fatal
Murda, muthafuckas

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

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

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

Log on Fatal.com, see fatal drop
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 'em, this is gangsta shit
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, and murda you niggas
no playin' around with this rap shit
Banana clip, spit bodies wrapped in plastic
This tha city where tha skinny die no
You heard my dogs this is tha city where tha skinny niggas ride

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

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

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

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