Luyện nghe bài hát It's Murda (Freestyle)

It's Murda, Murda, we back up in this muthafuckar
It's y'all know who we be, yeah, aiyyo don't let me catch, ya Runnin' from the back of BET either nigga, my nigga, Fatal
On tha ones and twos, holla back you bitch ass, niggaz

Yo, cock sucka', I get squat and and cocked tha nina'
In tha series beamer, dump and lean, ya, I fell off on
A misdemeanor ride red over black madina's crazy for genuis
Hated like Jesus Christ, my weakness always been bad bitches
And new bills with Krisis', my more than extraordinary

And that nigga that got shot nine times can tell ya' that I
Give a fuck, I don't a fuck, God may I ask yo' permission
To take his this is a man be I N C to R U L E extrordinary one
For tha ages when then sawed off with tha front of them
To engage in combat, to send you and fem yo, moms at

Motherfuckar you hear that and I ain't talkin' about them
From skies, I'm talkin' about them fire nines or maybe
The fifty call 'cause you like five, oh, or somewhere in Cal
Where you like to lay low you bitch made and I heard about 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 Proof, yo, vest is no use when we and flame
It's Murda, yeah, Murda incorporated, Murda, yeah
Hussein Fatal nigga, it's

Muthafuckas, Rule these niggas, crazy reppin' him me
A.I ain't in tha believe they won't win without me, yo, I'm small
Lil' homies frail but bold from base to some bullshit
Like Rose got my blind D O Gs readin' brail and coats
Keep tha in tha winter I can't tell it's cold clean my set
Pieced out tha tec

Throw shots out catch like Wayne Cherbet, son of a gangsta Talk dirty son I'm a bang ya, I'm tha truth with tha ox
Keep gum on tha banger, Hussein the only hoes chase
Tha thugs, nigga part two I got tha taste for blood
Log on 'Fatal.com', see fatal drop bombs more militant
Then faded with Pac Rhymes

Clucthing tha stick beam, suckin' tha stick green out tha
Or tha sunroof, buckin' tha sixteen you ain't a 'em'
This is gangsta shit and 50 you nuthin' but a gangsta bitch
Pac would have never did no song with no snicth
He confusin' ya'll he ain't tha shit we sex, and murda
You niggas, ain't no playin' around with rap shit
Banana clip, mack's spit rap up in plastic

This tha city tha skinny niggas die, no
You heard my dogs this is tha city where tha skinny,
Ride nigga, Hussein tha don, believe we got shit poppin'
In this muthafucka Rule it's and we into tha muthafuckin' club
You punk niggas, out brick city, Rule, Rap a lot, mafia
Murda, Yound D', Merc, Exsaless, these niggas, ain't ready for this Gansta shit right here, we been doing this shit for a long

Ya'll niggas got the confused, nigga, we been on this
thug shit, bitch ass, niggas you know what it is
Every time we touch tha muthafuckin' booth,
It's gonna be fire, fire on you niggas asses, niggas,
Gracefully bow tha fuck out nigga, Fatal nigga
Rap a lot mafia, nigga, M.I.B nigga, I N C bosses Rule
We here, baby, brick jerses mafia, yeah, shadows, let's get it, yo