Luyện nghe bài hát It's Murda

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

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

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

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 tell ya that I don't a fuck, I don't give a fuck
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 engage in combat, to you and fem where yo mom's at
Motherfucka you hear
And I ain't talkin' about them skies
I'm talkin' fire 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' layin' up with, some 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 we cock and flame
It's Murda, murda

Murda, yeah
Hussein nigga
Murda, muthafuckas

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

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

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

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

You a gangsta 'em, this is gangsta shit
And 50 you nuthin' but a gangsta bitch
Pac' would have never did no song with no snitch
He confusin' y'all he tha shit

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

Plat, tha don
we got this shit poppin' in this muthafucka
Rule good
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 here
We been doing this for a long time
Y'all niggas got the confused nigga
We been on gangsta thug shit

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

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