Luyện nghe bài hát It's Murda (Freestyle)

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

Yo, sucka', I get squat and post and cocked tha nina'
In tha five series beamer, dump and lean, ya, I off on
A misdemeanor ride red over black madina's take crazy for
Hated like Jesus Christ, my weakness have been bad bitches
And new with Krisis', my thesis more than extraordinary

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

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

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

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

Throw out niggas catch like 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 hoes chase
Tha thugs, blade part two I got tha taste for blood
Log on 'Fatal.com', see fatal drop bombs militant minded
Then faded with Pac Rhymes

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

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

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