Luyện nghe bài hát It's Murda

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

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

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

Hated like Jesus
My weakness always been bad bitches and new with creases
My thesis more extraordinary
And that nigga got shot nine times

Can tell ya that I don't give a fuck, I give a fuck
God may I ask yo' to take his life
This is 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 yo mom's at
you hear that?
And I ain't talkin' about them heavenly
I'm talkin' from nines

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

Y'all haven't yet that nigga change is loose
And I got proof, get it? I got
Yo vest is no use when we and flame
It's Murda, incorporated

Murda, yeah
Hussein nigga
Murda, muthafuckas

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

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

Son of a gangsta, talk dirty son I'm a ya
I'm tha truth tha ox, keep 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 fatal bombs
More militant minded then y'all faded 'Pac rhymes
Clutching tha stick beam, suckin' tha 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 gangsta
would have never did no song with no wanksta snitch
He confusin' y'all he ain't tha

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 this is tha city where tha skinny niggas ride

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

These niggas ain't ready for gangsta shit right here
We been doing shit for a long time
Y'all niggas got the streets confused
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 better gracefully bow tha fuck out

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