Luyện nghe bài hát It's Murda (Freestyle)

It's Murda, Murda, we back up in this muthafuckar
It's Murda y'all know who we be, yeah, aiyyo don't let me catch, ya Runnin' the back of BET either nigga, my nigga, Fatal
On tha ones and twos, holla back you bitch ass, niggaz

Yo, cock sucka', 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 madina's take crazy for genuis
Hated like Jesus Christ, my weakness have always bad bitches
And new bills with Krisis', my thesis than extraordinary

And that nigga that got shot nine times can tell ya' that I
a fuck, I don't give a fuck, God may I ask yo' permission
To take his life this is a man be I N C to R U L E one
For tha ages when then sawed off with tha of them gauges
To engage in combat, to send you and fem yo, moms at

Motherfuckar you hear that and I ain't talkin' about heaven
skies, I'm talkin' about them fire from nines or maybe
The call 'cause you like five, oh, or maybe somewhere in Cal
Where you like to lay low you bitch made and I about that bitch
You be slayin' layin' up with some where off of

Y'all haven't heard yet that nigga, is Loose and I got
Proof, get it, I got Proof, yo, is no use when we cock and flame
It's Murda, yeah, Murda incorporated, it's Murda,
Hussein Fatal nigga, Murda

Muthafuckas, Rule these niggas, reppin' him without me
A.I ain't in tha believe they won't win without me, yo, I'm small
Lil' homies frail but bold from base to some bullshit
Like Jalen Rose got my blind D O Gs readin' and coats
Keep tha heat in tha I can't tell it's cold clean my set
Pieced out tha tec

Throw shots out niggas catch Wayne Cherbet, son of a gangsta Talk dirty son I'm a bang ya, I'm tha truth with tha ox
Keep gum on tha banger, Hussein the only reason chase
Tha thugs, nigga blade part two I got tha for blood
Log on 'Fatal.com', see fatal drop bombs militant minded
Then y'all faded with Pac

Clucthing tha beam, suckin' tha stick green out tha window
Or tha sunroof, tha sixteen you ain't a gangsta 'em'
This is gangsta shit and 50 you ain't but a gangsta bitch
Pac would have never did no song with no snicth
He ya'll he ain't tha shit we sex, money and murda
You niggas, ain't no playin' around with this rap
Banana clip, mack's bodies rap up in plastic

This tha city where tha skinny die, no
You my dogs this is tha city where tha skinny, niggas
Ride nigga, Hussein tha don, believe we got this poppin'
In this muthafucka Rule it's good and we tha muthafuckin' club
You punk niggas, walkin' out city, Rule, Rap a lot, mafia
Murda, Yound D', Merc, Exsaless, these niggas, ain't ready for this Gansta shit right here, we been doing shit for a long time

Ya'll got the streets confused, nigga, we been on this
Gansta shit, bitch ass, niggas you know what it is
Every time we touch tha booth, nigga
It's gonna be fire, on you niggas asses, niggas, better
Gracefully bow tha out nigga, Hussein Fatal nigga
Rap a lot mafia, nigga, M.I.B nigga, murder I N C Rule
We here, baby, brick city mafia, yeah, shadows, let's get it, yo