Luyện nghe bài hát It's Murda

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

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

Yo, cocksucka', I get squat and post and 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 like Jesus
My weakness always bad bitches and new bills with creases
My thesis more extraordinary
And that nigga that got shot nine

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 front of them
To engage in combat, to send you and fem where yo at
you hear that?
And I ain't talkin' about them skies
I'm talkin' fire from

Or maybe the fifty cal you like five-oh
Or maybe in Cal where you like to lay low
You bitch made, and I heard about that
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 we cock and flame
It's Murda, incorporated

It's Murda,
Hussein nigga
It's Murda,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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