Luyện nghe bài hát It's Murda (Freestyle)

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

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

And that nigga that got nine times can tell ya' that I don't
Give a fuck, I don't give a fuck, God may I ask yo'
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 gauges
To engage in combat, to send you and fem where yo, at

Motherfuckar you that and I ain't talkin' about them heaven
From skies, I'm talkin' about them fire from or maybe
The fifty call 'cause you like five, oh, or maybe in Cal
Where you to lay low you bitch made and I heard about that bitch
You be slayin' up with some where off of Sunset

Y'all haven't heard yet that nigga, is Loose and I got
Proof, get it, I got Proof, yo, vest is no use when we cock and
It's Murda, yeah, Murda incorporated, it's Murda,
Fatal nigga, it's Murda

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

Throw shots out niggas catch like Wayne 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 chase
Tha thugs, nigga part two I got tha taste for blood
Log on 'Fatal.com', see fatal bombs more militant minded
y'all faded with Pac Rhymes

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

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

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