Luyện nghe bài hát It's Murda

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

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

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

Hated Jesus Christ
My weakness always been bad bitches and new bills creases
My thesis more extraordinary
And that nigga that got nine 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 man be I N C to R U L E extraordinary, one for tha ages

When done off with tha front of them gauges
To engage in combat, to send you and fem yo mom's at
Motherfucka you hear
And I ain't talkin' about heavenly skies
I'm talkin' fire from

Or the fifty cal 'cause you like five-oh
Or maybe somewhere in Cal you like to lay low
You bitch made, and I heard about that
You be slayin' 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 vest is no use when we and flame
It's Murda, incorporated

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

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

Got my blind D O G's readin' and coats
Keep tha heat in tha winter I tell it's 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 with tha ox, keep gum on tha banger
Hussein, the only reason hoes chase tha
Blade Part Two I got tha taste for blood

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

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

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

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

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

Bitch ass you know what it is
Every time we touch tha muthafuckin' 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, Murder Inc
Rule we here baby, Brick Jerseys
Yeah, let's get it