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 Fatal on tha muthafuckin' 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 off on a misdemeanor, ride red over black madina's
Take for genius

Hated Jesus Christ
My weakness always been bad bitches and new bills creases
My thesis more extraordinary
And that that got shot nine times

Can tell ya that I don't give a fuck, I don't give a
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 in combat, to send you and fem where yo mom's at
Motherfucka you hear
And I ain't talkin' about heavenly skies
I'm fire from nines

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 bitch
You be layin' up with, some where off of Sunset

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

It's Murda,
Hussein Fatal
Murda, muthafuckas

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

Got my blind D O G's readin' brail and
Keep tha heat in tha winter I can't it's cold
Clean my set, out flame tha tec
Throw shots niggas catch like 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 chase tha thugs
Nigga Blade Two I got tha taste for blood

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

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

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

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

These niggas ready for this gangsta shit right here
We been doing this for a long time
niggas got the streets confused nigga
We been on this gangsta shit

Bitch ass you know what it is
Every we touch tha muthafuckin' booth nigga
gonna be fire, fire on you niggas' asses
Niggas 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, let's get it