Luyện nghe bài hát Ja' In A Bra

Ja:
Its Murder, Its Murder
We Back Up In This Fucker
(word to mother)
Its Murder, Know Who We Be
R.U.L.E I.N.C
My Fatal 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 My Name Its Like This PROOF

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

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

Ya'll Dont Want War.. Ya'll Want
In The Dark My Dogs All Bark WOOF
PROOF Nigga Im A
Now You All Shook..
About Ta Get Ya Brain Pushed

2:
Gotti..
This Nigga Had The Nerve Ta Have 10 Niggaz Sneak Me Juss Ta Get Me
Im 160..
And The Fact Is INC Is DJs & Kittens 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 Album In Two Hours (Nigga)
Leave You On Ya Back, Run Ya Pockets Flat
Like Federal Tax, Put Ya 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 Niggaz Is Like "Ja's Garbage, Dont Bother" (HaHa)
Plus Ya Over Gangstaz Is Mad
That 50 Made N Wanksta' Deffinition Juss AINT TOUGH
With N Ya'll Wanna Brawl.. With A Paint Brush
His War Marks.. Im Losin My Patients
It Aint Just.. D12 And Obie
Cancel Ya Shows, Respect And Act You Know Me
Its Songs With Name Again And Im Catchin A Jet
9/11 Style To Ya Face And Ya
9/11 Style.. To Ya And Ya Chest
Its Nigga Gettin Wet On They Set

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

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