Luyện nghe bài hát It's Murda (Freestyle)

It's Murda, it's Murda, we up in this 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 ones and twos, holla back you bitch ass, niggaz

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

And that nigga that got shot nine times can 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 engage in combat, to send you and fem yo, moms at

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

Y'all haven't heard yet that nigga, change is and I got
Proof, get it, I got Proof, yo, vest is no use we cock and flame
It's Murda, yeah, Murda incorporated, Murda, yeah
Hussein Fatal nigga, it's

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

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

Clucthing tha stick beam, suckin' tha green out tha window
Or tha sunroof, tha sixteen you ain't 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 wanksta
He confusin' ya'll he ain't tha we sex, money and murda
You niggas, ain't no around with this rap shit
Banana clip, mack's bodies rap up in plastic

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

niggas got the streets confused, nigga, we been on this
Gansta thug shit, ass, niggas you know what it is
Every we touch tha muthafuckin' booth, nigga
It's be fire, fire on you niggas asses, niggas, better
Gracefully bow tha fuck out nigga, Fatal 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