Luyện nghe bài hát It's Murda

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

Y'all who we be
(Aiyyo don't let me catch ya runnin' the back of BET either nigga)
My nigga on tha muthafuckin' ones and twos
Holla back you bitch ass

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

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

Can tell ya that I give a fuck, I don't give a fuck
God may I ask yo' permission to his life
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 where yo at
Motherfucka you hear
And I ain't talkin' about them skies
I'm talkin' fire nines

Or maybe the fifty cal 'cause you five-oh
Or maybe in Cal where you like to lay low
You bitch made, and I about that bitch
You be layin' 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
Murda, murda incorporated

It's Murda,
Hussein nigga
Murda, muthafuckas

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

These niggas ready for this gangsta shit right here
We been doing this shit for a time
Y'all niggas got the streets nigga
We been on this gangsta 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 out nigga

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