Luyện nghe bài hát Ja' In A Bra

Ja:
Its Murder, HaHa Its
We Up In This Mother Fucker
(word to mother)
Its Murder, Know Who We Be
R.U.L.E I.N.C
My Nigga On The Mother Fuckin Ones And Twos
Back You Bitch As Niggaz

Ayo Cock Sucka If Ya'll Have Heard Yet This Nigga His 'Loose'
N I Got Proof.. Yea I Got "Proof"

*Beat

You Know My Name Its Like This

D12, Sicknotes.. Its War Now!! WOOF!!
No Prisoners, No Casualties, All My Riders Ride C'MON

1:
Word On The Street Is I Murdered INC
You Wack With The Hands Not Deservin The
Ya In Beef.. Ta Irv And His Peeps
I Aint Rappin No More I Through The Kurb In The Streets
Ya Man Is Pissed Ta Get A Poor Job
That Midget Cookie Monster Hangin A Door Knob
Ya'll Lucky I Like Touchin Women
And Dont Send No Peace Talk With Russel Simmons *WOOF*
Got The Connections
My Conception, On Beef, You Sleep
Life Is Deffinately GONE
Dont Ever Sink At Least A Of Rap
You'll Need More Than A Bush Attack Ta Push Me *WOOF*
You Think Its 50 And Sha
Up Ja, No Kissin And Now
Detroit Wishin You Die
I You Just Wanna Rap And Be Pop
..But Its Said And Dont You Gon' See 'Pac *WOOF*

Ya'll Want War.. Ya'll Want Talk
In The Dark My All Bark Like WOOF
PROOF Im A Wolf
Now You All Shook..
About Ta Get Ya Pushed Back

2:
Gotti..
This Had The Nerve Ta Have 10 Niggaz Sneak Me Juss Ta Get With Me
Im 160..
And The Fact Is Murder INC Is DJs & I Only Walk Out With Scratches
A Rolex Shirt..
So If Ya Streets Speakin Ya Threats Dont Hurt *Woof*
You Do Somethin 'Fore We Do Ours
I Could Write A Ja Rule In Two Hours (Nigga)
Leave You On Ya Back, Run Ya Pockets Flat
Federal Tax, Put Ya Head On The Rack *Woof*
Its All Bad Thing Good Is Death
In L.A. G-Unit And Suge Left (Fat Bitch)
Im Detroit, Went To Hollis..
And Hollis Is Like "Ja's Garbage, Dont Even Bother" (HaHa)
Plus Ya Over Gangstaz Is Mad
That 50 Made Wanksta N Deffinition Juss AINT TOUGH
Pictures N Ya'll Wanna Brawl.. With A Paint Brush
Paintin His War Marks.. Im Losin My
It Just.. D12 And Obie Homie
Cancel Ya Shows, Respect And Act You Know Me
Its Songs With Hailie' Again And Im Catchin A Jet
9/11 Style To Ya And Ya Chest
9/11 Style.. To Ya And Ya Chest
Its Nigga Gettin Wet On They Set

Ya'll Dont Want War.. Ya'll Talk
In The Dark My All Bark Like WOOF
PROOF Im A Wolf
Now You All Shook..
About Ta Get Ya Brain Pushed (x2)

Ha.. I Aint Even No More
I Cant Believe My Name Came Out Your Hoe Ass Nigga
Bout.. Like "We Gave It To Proof"
Your Bitch Ass Was Scared To Come In That Nigga
Aint Got That..
Ima Tell You This.. Black-Child, Chris Gotti..
Im On That Ass Nigga, Word Is
So Ya'll Niggaz Go Get Ya Wanna-be Street
Who You Wanna Recruit..
Cus Ima Murk All Ya Soldiers And Recruit Ya When Its Over
Big Proof.. D12..
Only 163.. I Left Out With Scratches
Wait Till Ya'll Niggaz To The D'
Oh Ya'll Want New York.. I Just Love (?) Be Back
Fuckin Ya Bitch..
Ayo Monster.. Come Get Me Nigga hahaha Hoe Ass Nigga
And Dont Make Me Really Write Some Shit haha