Luyện nghe bài hát It's Murda (Freestyle)

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

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

And that that got shot 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 when 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 'cause you five, oh, or maybe somewhere in Cal
Where you like to lay low you made and I heard about that bitch
You be slayin' layin' up with 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 cock and
It's Murda, yeah, Murda incorporated, Murda, yeah
Hussein Fatal nigga, Murda

Muthafuckas, Rule these niggas, reppin' him without me
A.I ain't in tha click believe they won't win without me, yo, I'm
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 tell it's cold my set
Pieced out tha tec

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

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

This tha where tha skinny niggas die, no
You heard my dogs this is tha city where tha skinny,
Ride nigga, Hussein tha don, believe we got this shit
In this muthafucka Rule it's and we into tha muthafuckin' club
You niggas, walkin' 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 niggas got the streets confused, nigga, we on this
Gansta thug shit, ass, niggas you know what it is
Every time we touch tha booth, nigga
It's be fire, fire on you niggas asses, niggas, better
Gracefully bow tha fuck out nigga, Hussein Fatal
Rap a lot mafia, nigga, M.I.B nigga, murder I N C bosses
We here, baby, brick city mafia, yeah, shadows, let's get it, yo