Luyện nghe bài hát It's Murda

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

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 back you ass niggaz

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

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

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

When done off with tha front of them gauges
To engage in combat, to send you and fem 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 like
Or maybe somewhere in Cal where you to lay low
You bitch made, and I heard that bitch
You be slayin' layin' up with, where off of Sunset

Y'all heard yet that nigga change is loose
And I got proof, get it? I got
Yo vest is no use when we and flame
Murda, murda incorporated

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

Rule these 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 to some bullshit like Jalen Rose

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

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

Log on Fatal.com, see drop bombs
More militant minded then faded with 'Pac rhymes
Clutching tha beam, suckin' tha stick green
Out tha window or tha sunroof, buckin' tha

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

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

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

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

Bitch ass 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

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