Luyện nghe bài hát It's Murda

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

Y'all who we be
(Aiyyo let me catch ya runnin' from the back of BET either nigga)
My Fatal on tha muthafuckin' ones and twos
back you bitch ass niggaz

Yo, cocksucka', I get squat and post and tha nina'
In tha series Beamer, dump and lean ya
I off on a misdemeanor, ride red over black madina's
Take crazy for

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

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

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

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

haven't heard yet that nigga change is loose
And I got proof, get it? I got
Yo vest is no use we cock and flame
Murda, murda incorporated

It's Murda,
Hussein nigga
It's Murda,

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

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

Son of a gangsta, dirty son I'm a bang ya
I'm tha truth with tha ox, keep gum on tha
Hussein, the only hoes chase tha thugs
Nigga Blade Part Two I got tha taste for

Log on Fatal.com, see fatal drop
More militant minded then y'all faded with rhymes
Clutching tha stick beam, suckin' tha green
Out tha or tha sunroof, buckin' tha sixteen

You a gangsta 'em, this is gangsta shit
And 50 you ain't but a gangsta bitch
Pac' would never did no song with no wanksta snitch
He confusin' y'all he ain't tha

We sex, and murda you niggas
Ain't no playin' around this rap shit
Banana clip, mack's spit bodies in plastic
This tha city where tha skinny die no
You heard my dogs this is tha city where tha skinny niggas 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
Brick city, Rule, Rap-alot-mafia,
D', Merc, Exsaless

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

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

Hussein nigga, Rap-alot-mafia, nigga
M.I.B. nigga, Murder Inc
Rule we here baby, City Jerseys
Yeah, Shadow get it