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 don't let me catch ya runnin' from the of BET either nigga)
My nigga 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, ride red over madina's
Take for genius

Hated Jesus Christ
My weakness always been bad and new bills with creases
My thesis than extraordinary
And that nigga that got shot nine

Can tell ya that I don't a fuck, I don't give a fuck
God may I ask yo' to take his life
This is man be I N C to R U L E extraordinary, one for tha ages

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

Or maybe the fifty cal 'cause you five-oh
Or somewhere in Cal where you like to lay low
You made, and I heard about that bitch
You be slayin' layin' up with, where off of Sunset

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

Murda, yeah
Hussein nigga
It's Murda,

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 base to some bullshit Jalen Rose

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

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

You ain't a gangsta 'em, this is shit
And 50 you ain't but a gangsta bitch
Pac' would have did no song with no wanksta snitch
He confusin' y'all he tha shit

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

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

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

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

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