Luyện nghe bài hát Its Murda ( Cable Guy Remix )

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

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

Yo, cocksucka', 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
crazy for genius

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

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

When done sawed off tha front of them gauges
To engage in combat, to you and fem where yo mom's at
Motherfucka you hear
And I ain't talkin' about heavenly skies
I'm fire from nines

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

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

It's Murda,
Fatal nigga
It's Murda,

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

Got my blind D O G's readin' and coats
Keep tha heat in tha I can't tell it's cold
Clean my set, out flame tha tec
Throw shots niggas catch like Wayne

Son of a gangsta, talk son I'm a bang ya
I'm tha with tha ox, keep 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 bombs
More militant then y'all faded with 'Pac rhymes
Clutching tha stick beam, tha stick green
Out tha window or tha sunroof, buckin' tha

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 snitch
He confusin' y'all he tha shit

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

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

These niggas ain't ready for gangsta shit right here
We been doing shit for a long time
Y'all niggas got the streets confused
We been on this thug shit

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

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