Luyện nghe bài hát Ja' In A Bra

Ja:
Its Murder, HaHa Its
We Back Up In This 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
Back You Bitch As Niggaz

Ayo Cock If Ya'll Have Heard Yet This Nigga Changed His 'Loose'
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 Riders Ride C'MON

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

Ya'll Dont Want War.. Want Talk
In The Dark My Dogs All Bark WOOF
PROOF Nigga Im A
Now You All Shook..
Ta Get Ya Brain 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 & Kittens I Only Out With Scratches
A Rolex Shirt..
So If Thats Ya Speakin Ya Threats Dont Hurt *Woof*
You Do Somethin 'Fore We Do Ours
I Could Write A Ja Rule Album In Two (Nigga)
Leave You Dead On Ya Back, Run Ya Pockets
Like Federal Tax, Put Ya Head On The Rack
Its All Bad Thing Good Is Death
In L.A. G-Unit Posted And Left (Fat Bitch)
Im Detroit, Went To Hollis..
And Niggaz Is Like "Ja's Garbage, Dont Even Bother" (HaHa)
Plus Ya Witness Gangstaz Is Mad
That 50 Made Wanksta N Wanksta' Deffinition Juss AINT
With Pictures N Ya'll Wanna Brawl.. With A Paint
His War Marks.. Im Losin My Patients
It Aint Just.. D12 And Homie
Cancel Ya Shows, Respect And Act Like You Me
Its Songs With Name Again And Im Catchin A Jet
9/11 To Ya Face And Ya Chest
Style.. To Ya Face And Ya Chest
Its Over Nigga Gettin Wet On Set

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

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