Luyện nghe bài hát It's Murda (Freestyle)

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

Yo, cock sucka', I get 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 Jesus Christ, my have always been bad bitches
And new bills with Krisis', my thesis more extraordinary

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

Motherfuckar you hear and I ain't talkin' about them heaven
From skies, I'm talkin' about them from nines or maybe
The call '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 where 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 and flame
It's Murda, yeah, incorporated, it's Murda, yeah
Hussein nigga, it's Murda

Muthafuckas, Rule niggas, crazy 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 tell it's cold clean my set
out flame tha tec

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

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

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

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