Luyện nghe bài hát It's Murda

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

Y'all who we be
(Aiyyo let me catch ya runnin' from the back of BET either nigga)
My nigga on tha muthafuckin' ones and twos
back you bitch ass niggaz

Yo, cocksucka', I get squat and and cocked tha nina'
In tha five series Beamer, and lean ya
I fell off on a misdemeanor, ride red over black
Take crazy for

like Jesus Christ
My weakness always been bad bitches and new bills with
My thesis more extraordinary
And that 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
is your man be I N C to R U L E extraordinary, one for tha ages

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

Or maybe the fifty cal you like five-oh
Or somewhere in Cal where you like to lay low
You made, and I heard about that bitch
You be layin' up with, some 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,
Hussein Fatal
Murda, muthafuckas

Rule these niggas crazy, him without me
A.I in tha click, believe they won't 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 cold
my set, pieced out flame 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 hoes chase tha thugs
Nigga Part Two I got tha taste for blood

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

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

We sex, and murda you niggas
no playin' around with this rap shit
Banana clip, spit bodies wrapped in plastic
This tha city where tha 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
it's good
And we into tha muthafuckin' club you punk niggas 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 streets confused
We on this gangsta thug shit

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

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