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 back of BET nigga)
My nigga Fatal on tha ones and twos
back you bitch ass niggaz

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

Hated like Christ
My weakness always been bad bitches and new bills with
My thesis more than
And that nigga that got shot nine

Can tell ya that I don't give a fuck, I don't 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 sawed off tha front of them gauges
To engage in combat, to send you and fem yo mom's at
you hear that?
And I ain't talkin' about them heavenly
I'm talkin' fire nines

Or maybe the fifty cal 'cause you like
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 where off of

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

Murda, yeah
Hussein Fatal
Murda, muthafuckas

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

Got my blind D O G's brail and coats
Keep tha heat in tha winter I tell it's cold
my set, pieced out flame tha tec
Throw shots niggas like Wayne Cherbet

Son of a gangsta, talk son I'm a bang ya
I'm tha truth with tha ox, gum on tha banger
Hussein, the only reason chase tha thugs
Blade Part Two I got tha taste for blood

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

You ain't a gangsta 'em, is gangsta shit
And 50 you ain't nuthin' but a bitch
would have never 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 this rap shit
Banana clip, mack's bodies wrapped in plastic
This tha where tha skinny niggas die no
You heard my dogs this is tha city where tha skinny niggas nigga

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

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

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

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