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 catch ya from the back of BET either nigga)
My Fatal on tha muthafuckin' ones and twos
Holla back you bitch ass

Yo, cocksucka', I get squat and and cocked 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 Jesus Christ
My always been bad bitches and new bills with creases
My more than extraordinary
And that nigga that got shot times

Can tell ya I don't 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 done sawed off with tha of them gauges
To engage in combat, to send you and fem where yo at
Motherfucka you that?
And I ain't about them heavenly skies
I'm talkin' fire nines

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

Y'all haven't heard yet that change is loose
And I got proof, get it? I got
Yo is no use when we cock and flame
It's Murda, incorporated

Murda, yeah
Hussein nigga
Murda, muthafuckas

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

Got my blind D O G's readin' and coats
Keep tha heat in tha winter I can't it's cold
Clean my set, pieced out 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 Part Two I got tha taste for blood

Log on Fatal.com, see fatal drop
militant minded then y'all faded with 'Pac rhymes
Clutching tha 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 but a gangsta bitch
Pac' have never did no song with no wanksta snitch
He confusin' y'all he tha shit

We sex, money and you niggas
no playin' around with this rap shit
Banana clip, mack's spit bodies wrapped in
This tha where tha skinny niggas die no
You heard my this is tha city where tha skinny niggas ride nigga

Plat, tha don
Believe we got this shit poppin' in this
Rule it's
And we tha muthafuckin' 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 been doing this shit for a time
Y'all niggas got the streets nigga
We been on this gangsta shit

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