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

Yo, cocksucka', I get squat and post and tha nina'
In tha five series Beamer, dump and ya
I fell off on a misdemeanor, ride red black madina's
Take for genius

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

Can tell ya that I give a fuck, I don't give a fuck
God may I ask yo' to take his life
is your 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 that?
And I talkin' about them heavenly skies
I'm talkin' from nines

Or maybe the fifty cal 'cause you five-oh
Or maybe somewhere in Cal where you to lay low
You bitch made, and I heard about 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, incorporated

It's Murda,
Hussein Fatal
Murda, muthafuckas

Rule these niggas crazy, reppin' him me
A.I ain't in tha click, believe they won't win me
Yo, I'm lil' homies, frail but bold
Went from 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
my set, pieced out flame tha tec
Throw shots niggas catch like Cherbet

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

Log on Fatal.com, see fatal bombs
More militant minded then y'all faded with 'Pac
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 y'all he ain't tha shit

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

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

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

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

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