Luyện nghe bài hát It's Murda (Freestyle)

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

Yo, cock sucka', I get squat and and cocked tha nina'
In tha five series beamer, and lean, ya, I fell off on
A misdemeanor ride red over black take 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' I don't
a fuck, I don't give a fuck, God may I ask yo' permission
To his life this is a man be I N C to R U L E extrordinary one
For tha ages then sawed off with tha front of them gauges
To engage in combat, to send you and fem yo, moms at

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

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

Throw shots out niggas catch 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 reason hoes
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 out tha window
Or tha sunroof, buckin' tha you ain't a gangsta 'em'
This is gangsta shit and 50 you ain't but a gangsta bitch
Pac would have did no song with no wanksta snicth
He ya'll he ain't tha shit we sex, money and murda
You niggas, ain't no playin' with this rap shit
clip, mack's spit bodies rap up in plastic

This tha city 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 shit
In this muthafucka Rule it's good and we into tha muthafuckin'
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 doing this shit for a long time

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, Hussein nigga
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