Luyện nghe bài hát It's Murda

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

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

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
crazy for genius

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

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

When done sawed off with tha front of them
To engage in combat, to send you and fem yo mom's at
Motherfucka you hear
And I talkin' about them heavenly skies
I'm talkin' from nines

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

Y'all haven't heard yet nigga change is loose
And I got proof, get it? I got
Yo vest is no use when we and flame
It's Murda, incorporated

Murda, yeah
Hussein nigga
It's Murda,

Rule these niggas crazy, reppin' him me
A.I ain't in tha click, they won't win without 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' brail and
Keep tha heat in tha winter I can't tell cold
Clean my set, out flame tha tec
Throw shots niggas catch like Wayne

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

Log on Fatal.com, see fatal drop
More militant minded then 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, this is shit
And 50 you ain't nuthin' but a bitch
Pac' would have never did no song with no wanksta
He confusin' he ain't tha shit

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

Plat, tha don
Believe we got this shit poppin' in muthafucka
Rule good
And we into tha muthafuckin' 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 got the streets confused nigga
We been on this gangsta thug

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

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