Luyện nghe bài hát It's Murda (Freestyle)

It's Murda, it's Murda, we back up in this
It's Murda y'all 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, sucka', I get squat and post and cocked tha nina'
In tha five series beamer, dump and lean, ya, I off on
A misdemeanor ride red over black madina's take for genuis
Hated like Christ, my weakness have always been bad bitches
And new bills with Krisis', my thesis more extraordinary

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

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

haven't heard 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, incorporated, it's Murda, yeah
Hussein Fatal nigga, Murda

Muthafuckas, Rule these niggas, crazy reppin' him me
A.I in tha click believe they won't win without me, yo, I'm small
homies frail but bold went from base to some bullshit
Like Jalen Rose got my blind D O Gs readin' 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 catch like Wayne Cherbet, son of a gangsta Talk dirty son I'm a bang ya, I'm tha with tha ox
Keep gum on tha banger, Hussein the only reason hoes
Tha thugs, blade part two I got tha taste for blood
Log on 'Fatal.com', see fatal bombs more militant minded
Then y'all faded Pac Rhymes

Clucthing tha beam, suckin' tha stick green out tha window
Or tha sunroof, buckin' tha you ain't 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 wanksta
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 where tha skinny die, no
You heard my dogs this is tha where tha skinny, niggas
Ride nigga, Hussein tha don, we got this shit poppin'
In this muthafucka Rule it's good and we into tha club
You punk niggas, walkin' out 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
Gansta thug shit, bitch ass, 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 out nigga, Hussein Fatal nigga
Rap a lot mafia, nigga, M.I.B nigga, murder I N C bosses
We here, baby, brick city jerses mafia, yeah, shadows, get it, yo