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

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

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

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

When done off with tha front of them gauges
To engage in combat, to you and fem where yo mom's at
Motherfucka you hear
And I talkin' about them heavenly skies
I'm talkin' fire from

Or the fifty cal 'cause you like five-oh
Or somewhere in Cal where 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 heard yet that nigga change is
And I got proof, get it? I got
Yo vest is no use when we and flame
It's Murda, incorporated

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

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

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

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

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

You ain't a gangsta 'em, this is gangsta
And 50 you ain't nuthin' but a gangsta
Pac' would have never did no 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, mack's spit bodies wrapped in
This tha city where tha niggas die no
You heard my this 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 muthafuckin' club you niggas walkin' out
city, Rule, Rap-alot-mafia, Murda
Yound D', Merc,

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

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

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