Luyện nghe bài hát It's Murda

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

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

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
Take for genius

like Jesus Christ
My weakness always bad bitches and new bills with creases
My thesis more than
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 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 send you and fem yo mom's at
you hear that?
And I ain't talkin' about heavenly skies
I'm fire from nines

Or maybe the fifty cal 'cause you like
Or somewhere in Cal where you like to lay low
You bitch made, and I heard about that
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 cock and
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 lil' homies, but bold
Went from base to bullshit like Jalen Rose

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

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

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

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

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

Plat, tha don
Believe we got this poppin' in this muthafucka
Rule good
And we into tha muthafuckin' you punk niggas walkin' 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 nigga
We been on this gangsta shit

Bitch ass niggas you know it is
Every time we touch tha muthafuckin' booth
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, Brick Jerseys
Yeah, Shadow get it