Luyện nghe bài hát It's Murda

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 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, they won't win without me
Yo, I'm lil' homies, frail but bold
from base to some bullshit like Jalen Rose

Got my blind D O G's readin' brail and
Keep tha heat in tha winter I can't tell it's
Clean my set, out flame tha tec
Throw shots niggas like Wayne Cherbet

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 hoes chase tha thugs
Nigga Blade Part Two I got tha for blood

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

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

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

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

These niggas ready for this gangsta shit right here
We doing this shit for a long time
Y'all niggas got the streets nigga
We been on this gangsta shit

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

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