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 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 series beamer, dump and lean, ya, I fell off on
A misdemeanor ride red over black take crazy for genuis
Hated like Jesus Christ, my weakness always been bad bitches
And new bills with Krisis', my more than extraordinary

And that nigga 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 life is a man be I N C to R U L E extrordinary one
For tha ages when then off with tha front of them gauges
To engage in combat, to you and fem where yo, moms at

Motherfuckar you that and I ain't talkin' about them heaven
From skies, I'm talkin' about them from nines or maybe
The fifty 'cause you like 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 some off of Sunset

Y'all heard yet that nigga, change is Loose and I got
Proof, get it, I got Proof, yo, is no use when we cock and flame
Murda, yeah, Murda incorporated, it's Murda, yeah
Hussein Fatal nigga, it's

Muthafuckas, Rule niggas, crazy reppin' him without me
A.I ain't in tha believe they won't win without me, yo, I'm small
Lil' frail but bold went from base to some bullshit
Like 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 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 taste for
Log on 'Fatal.com', see fatal drop bombs militant minded
Then y'all faded with Pac

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

This tha where tha skinny niggas die, no
You heard my dogs this is tha city tha skinny, niggas
nigga, Hussein tha don, believe we got this shit poppin'
In this Rule it's good and we into tha muthafuckin' club
You punk niggas, walkin' out brick city, Rule, Rap a lot,
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 streets confused, nigga, we been on
Gansta thug shit, bitch ass, niggas you know it is
Every time we touch tha booth, nigga
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, city jerses mafia, yeah, shadows, let's get it, yo