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 don't let me catch ya from the back of BET either nigga)
My Fatal on tha muthafuckin' ones and twos
Holla back you bitch ass

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 black madina's
crazy for genius

Hated Jesus Christ
My always been bad bitches and new bills with creases
My thesis more than
And that nigga that got shot nine

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

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

Y'all haven't heard yet 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,
Hussein nigga
It's Murda,

these niggas crazy, reppin' him without me
A.I ain't in tha click, they won't win without me
Yo, I'm small lil' homies, but bold
from base to some bullshit like Jalen Rose

Got my blind D O G's readin' 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 Wayne

Son of a gangsta, talk son I'm a bang ya
I'm tha truth with tha ox, keep gum on tha
Hussein, the only reason chase tha thugs
Blade Part 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 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 but a gangsta bitch
Pac' would have never did no song with no 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, spit bodies wrapped in plastic
This tha where tha skinny niggas die no
You heard my this 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 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 doing this shit for a long time
Y'all got the streets confused nigga
We on this gangsta thug shit

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

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