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
Holla you bitch ass niggaz

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

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

Can tell ya that I don't give a fuck, I don't give a
God may I ask yo' to take his life
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 send you and fem where yo at
Motherfucka you hear
And I ain't talkin' about them skies
I'm fire from nines

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

Y'all haven't heard yet that change is loose
And I got proof, get it? I got
Yo vest is no use when we and flame
Murda, murda incorporated

It's Murda,
Hussein nigga
Murda, muthafuckas

Rule niggas crazy, reppin' him without me
A.I ain't in tha click, believe won't win without me
Yo, I'm small lil' homies, frail but
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 it's
my set, pieced out flame tha tec
Throw shots niggas catch like Wayne

Son of a gangsta, dirty son I'm a bang ya
I'm tha truth tha ox, keep 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 drop bombs
More militant minded then y'all faded 'Pac rhymes
tha stick beam, suckin' tha stick green
Out tha window or tha sunroof, tha sixteen

You ain't a 'em, this is gangsta shit
And 50 you ain't but a gangsta bitch
would have never did no song with no wanksta snitch
He confusin' he ain't tha shit

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

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

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

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

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