Luyện nghe bài hát It's Murda (Freestyle)

It's Murda, it's Murda, we back up in muthafuckar
It's Murda y'all know who we be, yeah, don't 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, cock sucka', I get 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 have been bad bitches
And new bills Krisis', my thesis more than extraordinary

And that nigga that got 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 this is a man be I N C to R U L E one
For tha ages 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' about them
From skies, I'm talkin' about them fire from nines or
The fifty call 'cause you five, oh, or maybe somewhere in Cal
Where you like to lay low you bitch made and I about that bitch
You be slayin' layin' up some where off of Sunset

Y'all haven't heard yet 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 nigga, it's Murda

Muthafuckas, Rule these niggas, crazy him without me
A.I ain't in tha click believe they won't win me, yo, I'm small
Lil' frail but bold went from base to some bullshit
Like Jalen got my blind 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 gangsta dirty son I'm a bang ya, I'm tha truth with tha ox
Keep gum on tha banger, Hussein the only reason 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 with Pac Rhymes

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

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

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