Luyện nghe bài hát It's Murda

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

know 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 you bitch ass niggaz

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

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

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

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

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

haven't heard yet that nigga change is loose
And I got proof, get it? I got
Yo vest is no use we cock and flame
Murda, murda incorporated

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

Rule these niggas crazy, him without me
A.I ain't in tha click, believe they win without me
Yo, I'm small lil' homies, but bold
Went from 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 it's cold
Clean my set, pieced out tha tec
Throw niggas catch like Wayne Cherbet

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

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

You ain't a gangsta 'em, this is shit
And 50 you ain't nuthin' but a bitch
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' with this rap shit
Banana clip, spit bodies wrapped in plastic
This tha city tha skinny niggas die no
You heard my dogs this is tha city tha skinny niggas ride nigga

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

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

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

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