Luyện nghe bài hát It's Murda

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

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' and twos
Holla back you ass niggaz

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

Hated like Christ
My weakness always been bad bitches and new bills creases
My thesis more than
And nigga that 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 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' them heavenly skies
I'm talkin' fire from

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 that nigga 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,
Hussein nigga
It's Murda,

Rule these crazy, reppin' him without me
A.I ain't in tha click, believe they win without me
Yo, I'm small lil' homies, frail but
Went from base to some like 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, out flame 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 hoes chase tha thugs
Nigga Blade Part Two I got tha for blood

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

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

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

Plat, tha don
Believe we got this shit in this muthafucka
Rule good
And we into tha club you punk niggas walkin' out
city, Rule, Rap-alot-mafia, Murda
Yound D', Merc,

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

Bitch ass you know 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 nigga, Rap-alot-mafia, nigga
M.I.B. nigga, Murder Inc
Rule we here baby, Brick City
Yeah, let's get it