Luyện nghe bài hát It's Murda

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

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

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

Hated like Christ
My weakness been bad bitches and new bills with creases
My more than extraordinary
And that nigga that got shot times

Can tell ya that I don't give a fuck, I 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 gauges
To engage in combat, to you and fem where yo mom's at
Motherfucka you that?
And I ain't talkin' them 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' layin' up with, some off of Sunset

Y'all heard yet that nigga change is loose
And I got proof, get it? I got
Yo is no use when we cock and flame
It's Murda, murda

Murda, yeah
Hussein Fatal
It's Murda,

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

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

Son of a gangsta, talk dirty son I'm a ya
I'm tha truth with tha ox, 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 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, this is shit
And 50 you nuthin' but a gangsta bitch
Pac' would have did no song with no wanksta snitch
He y'all he ain't tha shit

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

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

These niggas ready for this gangsta shit right here
We been this shit for a long time
Y'all niggas got the confused nigga
We been on this gangsta thug

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

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