Luyện nghe bài hát It's Murda

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

Y'all who we be
(Aiyyo don't let me catch ya runnin' from the of BET either nigga)
My nigga Fatal on tha ones and twos
Holla back you bitch ass

Yo, cocksucka', I get and post and cocked tha nina'
In tha five Beamer, dump and lean ya
I fell off on a misdemeanor, ride red over black
Take for genius

Hated Jesus Christ
My weakness been bad bitches and new bills with creases
My thesis more extraordinary
And that nigga that got shot nine

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

When sawed off with tha front of them gauges
To in combat, to send you and fem where yo mom's at
you hear that?
And I talkin' about them heavenly skies
I'm talkin' fire nines

Or maybe the cal 'cause you like five-oh
Or maybe in Cal where you like to lay low
You bitch made, and I heard about bitch
You be slayin' up with, some 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 when we cock and
Murda, murda incorporated

It's Murda,
Fatal nigga
It's Murda,

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

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

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

Log on Fatal.com, see drop bombs
More minded then y'all faded with 'Pac rhymes
Clutching tha stick beam, tha stick green
Out tha window or tha sunroof, buckin' tha

You ain't a gangsta 'em, is gangsta shit
And 50 you ain't nuthin' but a gangsta
Pac' would have did no song with no wanksta snitch
He confusin' he ain't tha shit

We sex, and murda you niggas
Ain't no playin' around with rap shit
Banana clip, mack's spit bodies wrapped in
tha city where tha skinny niggas die no
You my dogs this is tha city where tha skinny niggas ride nigga

Plat, tha don
Believe we got this shit poppin' in muthafucka
it's good
And we tha muthafuckin' club you punk niggas walkin' out
Brick city, Rule, Rap-alot-mafia,
D', Merc, Exsaless

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

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

Hussein Fatal nigga, Rap-alot-mafia,
M.I.B. nigga, Inc bosses
Rule we here baby, Brick Jerseys
Yeah, let's get it