Luyện nghe bài hát It's Murda

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

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

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

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

Can tell ya that I don't give a fuck, I give a fuck
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

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

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

Y'all haven't yet that 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

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

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

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

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

Log on Fatal.com, see fatal drop
More militant minded then y'all faded 'Pac rhymes
Clutching tha stick beam, suckin' tha 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 never did no song with no snitch
He y'all he ain't tha shit

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

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

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

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