Luyện nghe bài hát It's Murda (Freestyle)

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

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

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

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

Muthafuckas, Rule these niggas, crazy reppin' him me
A.I ain't in tha click they won't win without me, yo, I'm small
Lil' homies frail but bold went from base to bullshit
Like Jalen Rose got my blind D O Gs readin' and coats
tha heat in tha winter I can't tell 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
Keep gum on tha banger, Hussein the reason hoes chase
Tha thugs, nigga blade part two I got tha taste for
Log on 'Fatal.com', see fatal drop bombs more militant
Then y'all faded with Pac

Clucthing tha beam, suckin' tha stick green out tha window
Or tha sunroof, buckin' tha sixteen you a gangsta 'em'
is gangsta shit and 50 you ain't 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, money and
You niggas, ain't no playin' with this rap shit
clip, mack's spit bodies rap up in plastic

This tha city where tha niggas die, no
You heard my dogs this is tha city where tha skinny,
nigga, Hussein tha don, believe we got this shit poppin'
In this Rule it's good 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 shit for a long time

Ya'll got the streets 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, on you niggas asses, niggas, better
Gracefully bow tha out nigga, Hussein Fatal nigga
Rap a lot mafia, nigga, M.I.B nigga, murder I N C bosses
We here, baby, city jerses mafia, yeah, shadows, let's get it, yo