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 don't let me 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 cocked tha
In tha five series Beamer, dump and ya
I fell off on a misdemeanor, red over black madina's
Take for genius

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

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

When done 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 ain't talkin' about heavenly skies
I'm talkin' from nines

Or maybe the fifty cal 'cause you five-oh
Or somewhere in Cal where you like to lay low
You bitch made, and I heard about bitch
You be layin' 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 is no use when we cock and flame
It's Murda, murda

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

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

Got my D O G's readin' brail and coats
Keep tha heat in tha winter I can't tell it's
Clean my set, pieced out tha tec
shots niggas catch like 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 reason chase tha thugs
Nigga Blade Two I got tha taste for blood

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

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

We sex, money and murda you
Ain't no playin' around with rap shit
Banana clip, mack's spit bodies in plastic
This tha city tha skinny 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 it's
And we into tha muthafuckin' club you niggas walkin' out
city, Rule, Rap-alot-mafia, Murda
Yound D', Merc,

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

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

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