Luyện nghe bài hát Its Murda ( Cable Guy Remix )

murda, ha ha ha
It's murda, we up in this muthafucka
murda

Y'all who we be
(Aiyyo don't let me catch ya runnin' from the back of BET nigga)
My nigga on tha muthafuckin' ones and twos
back you bitch ass niggaz

Yo, cocksucka', I get squat and post and cocked tha
In tha series Beamer, dump and lean ya
I fell off on a misdemeanor, ride red black madina's
crazy for genius

Hated like Jesus
My weakness always been bad bitches and new bills with
My more than extraordinary
And that nigga that got nine times

Can ya that I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck
God may I ask yo' permission to his life
This is your man be I N C to R U L E extraordinary, one for tha

When done off with tha front of them gauges
To engage in combat, to send you and fem where yo at
you hear that?
And I talkin' about them heavenly skies
I'm fire from nines

Or maybe the fifty cal you like five-oh
Or maybe somewhere in Cal where you to lay low
You bitch made, and I heard that bitch
You be slayin' layin' up with, some where off of

Y'all haven't heard yet that nigga is loose
And I got proof, get it? I got
Yo vest is no use when we and flame
It's Murda, murda

Murda, yeah
Hussein Fatal
Murda, muthafuckas

Rule these niggas crazy, reppin' him me
A.I in tha click, believe they won't win without me
Yo, I'm lil' homies, frail but bold
Went from base to bullshit like Jalen Rose

Got my D O G's readin' brail and coats
Keep tha heat in tha winter I tell it's cold
Clean my set, pieced out tha tec
Throw shots niggas catch Wayne Cherbet

Son of a gangsta, 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
Nigga Blade Part Two I got tha for blood

Log on Fatal.com, see fatal drop
More militant minded y'all faded with 'Pac rhymes
Clutching tha stick beam, suckin' tha stick
Out tha window or tha sunroof, tha sixteen

You ain't a gangsta 'em, this is gangsta
And 50 you ain't but a gangsta bitch
Pac' would have never did no with no wanksta snitch
He confusin' y'all he ain't tha

We sex, and murda you niggas
Ain't no playin' with this rap shit
Banana clip, mack's spit bodies wrapped in
This tha city tha skinny niggas die no
You heard my dogs this is tha city tha skinny niggas ride nigga

Plat, tha don
we got this shit poppin' in this muthafucka
Rule good
And we into tha muthafuckin' club you punk walkin' out
city, Rule, Rap-alot-mafia, Murda
Yound D', Merc,

These niggas ready for this gangsta shit right here
We been doing this for a long time
Y'all niggas got the confused nigga
We been on this thug shit

Bitch ass you know what it is
Every time we touch tha muthafuckin' booth
It's gonna be fire, fire on you niggas'
Niggas better gracefully bow tha fuck out

Fatal nigga, Rap-alot-mafia, nigga
M.I.B. nigga, Murder Inc
Rule we here baby, Brick Jerseys
Yeah, let's get it