Luyện nghe bài hát Ja' In A Bra

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

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

*Beat

You Know My Name Its Like PROOF

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

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

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

2:
Gotti..
This Nigga Had The Nerve Ta 10 Niggaz Sneak Me Juss Ta Get With Me
Im 160..
And The Fact Is INC Is DJs & Kittens I Only Walk Out With Scratches
A Rolex Shirt..
So If Thats Ya Streets Speakin Ya Threats Dont *Woof*
You Do Somethin 'Fore We Do Ours
I Write A Ja Rule Album In Two Hours (Nigga)
Leave You Dead On Ya Back, Run Ya Flat
Like 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 Niggaz Is Like "Ja's Garbage, Dont Even Bother" (HaHa)
Ya Over Witness Gangstaz Is Mad
That 50 Made Wanksta N Wanksta' Deffinition AINT TOUGH
Pictures N Ya'll Wanna Brawl.. With A Paint Brush
Paintin His War Marks.. Im Losin My
It Aint Just.. D12 And Homie
Cancel Ya Shows, Respect And Act Like You Me
Its Songs Hailie' Name Again And Im Catchin A Jet
9/11 Style To Ya And Ya Chest
9/11 Style.. To Ya Face And Ya
Its Nigga Gettin Wet On They Set

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

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