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 let me catch, ya Runnin' from the back of BET either nigga, my nigga, Fatal
On tha muthafuckin' ones and twos, holla you bitch ass, niggaz

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

And that nigga that got shot times can tell ya' that I don't
Give a fuck, I don't 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 when then sawed off with tha front of them gauges
To in combat, to send 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 fire from or maybe
The fifty call you like five, oh, or maybe somewhere in Cal
Where you like to lay low you bitch made and I heard about bitch
You be slayin' layin' up with some 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 and flame
It's Murda, yeah, Murda incorporated, Murda, yeah
Hussein nigga, it's Murda

Muthafuckas, Rule these niggas, reppin' 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 base to some bullshit
Jalen Rose got my blind D O Gs readin' brail and coats
Keep tha heat in tha winter I can't tell it's cold my set
out flame tha tec

Throw shots out niggas catch like Wayne Cherbet, son of a gangsta Talk 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, nigga part two I got tha taste for blood
Log on 'Fatal.com', see fatal drop bombs more militant
Then y'all faded with Pac

Clucthing tha stick beam, suckin' tha 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 no wanksta snicth
He confusin' ya'll he ain't tha shit we sex, money and
You niggas, ain't no playin' around with rap shit
clip, mack's spit bodies rap up in plastic

This tha city where tha skinny die, no
You heard my this 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 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 this shit for a long time

Ya'll niggas got the streets confused, nigga, we on this
Gansta thug shit, bitch ass, niggas you know it is
Every time we touch tha muthafuckin' booth,
It's gonna be fire, on you niggas asses, niggas, better
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, brick city jerses mafia, yeah, shadows, get it, yo